" "I am calm—quite calm, Rowland," she answered, with lips whose agitation belied her words. All her life Martha had been there. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. ’ ‘In a somewhat roundabout fashion, if you ask me,’ came in a mutter from her old nurse, very much in her usual style. " "Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. The unfortunate prisoner, meanwhile, who was not informed of the respite, languished in his horrible dungeon, and, at the expiration of three weeks, became so seriously indisposed that it was feared he could not long survive. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. ” “I wonder how he treated Gwen.
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