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"Rowland," said Lady Trafford, regarding him with a look of indescribable anxiety, "you have assured me that I shall behold my son. A girl—at my age—is grown-up. " The tone was neutral. " "The pianist?" "Yes. I am not a madman, or a pauper, or even an unreasonable person. In truth, she had been quite glad to lose the argument about remaining while the bullet was dug out of Jack’s side. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,— as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses, the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where, before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance at the place of execution. "At length I am my own master," murmured the knight, as his foot touched the strand. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. It might be supposed that these articles, when thrust together into the bag, would have jingled; but these skilful practitioners managed matters so well that no noise was made. “Have you any money?” “Lots,” Anna answered laconically.
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