"Nothing you can say to the contrary will convince me that you have not been accessory to his flight. Do they, Bess?" "Certainly not," replied the young lady appealed to, "especially about their sons. You will never be happy with this hanging over you. When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. Lady Trafford, supposed to be childless, broken in health and spirits, frail both in mind and body, is not likely to make another marriage. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed.
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