All the initial confidence in herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack. "Take a drop of brandy before we start, watchman," said Wood, pouring out a glass of spirit, and presenting it to Terence, who smacked his lips as he disposed of it. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. " "I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan.
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