" "Norris!" gasped Lady Trafford, trembling violently. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. The windows which were about nine feet from the floor, had no glass; but were secured by thick iron bars, and an oaken beam. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. She crept out of the shadows. To them all I am nothing.
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