“Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. " "It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box. A few bricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to force an entrance into the room. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. “Do you want some of mine?” “Yes.
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