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" "Sir Rowland is my brother," resumed Lady Trafford coldly. “Of course you don’t. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus. “Who, me? I scare you?” He asked. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries.
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