"I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. “Anything is better than this—this stifled life down here. From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. ” He reeled out of the room.
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