"His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. Remember that he’s not at all a bad sort, and to speak frankly, he’s your salvation. He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed her. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. “My friend,” she said, “no! Let me tell you this. I should have thought my note cleared up everything. ‘Silence,’ he warned again, with a prod of the dagger at her heart. He had a peculiar way of stepping in, in a parry; knew his arm, and its just time of moving; put a firm faith in that, and never let his opponent escape. Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning.
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