As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushed after him. "Close the doors below! Loose the dogs! Curses! they don't hear me! I'll ring the alarm-bell. . The assemblage was for the most part, if not altogether, composed of persons to whom vice in all its aspects was too familiar to present much of novelty, in whatever form it was exhibited. The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs. And, with a glance of malignant exultation, he quitted the vault, and locked the door. . Locked! He sped out to the corridor and went swiftly into the next room. She was a merry creature, it is true, and quite beautiful. " "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard.
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