" The Wastrel laughed. She had slept badly at first in a long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but caught on after that. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. ” “Right!” he answered. He pressed his lips to her with a much greater force than she had anticipated. A cry was then raised by the leaders to attack Wild's house, and the fury of the mob was instantly directed to that quarter.
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