’ Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald spoke of them. ’ Releasing her, he turned and walked swiftly towards the door. It was a second reminder that against her claim to go free and untrammelled there was a case to be made, that after all it was true that a girl does not go alone in the world unchallenged, nor ever has gone freely alone in the world, that evil walks abroad and dangers, and petty insults more irritating than dangers, lurk. Bring the light this way—quick! I cannot decipher the signature. "I have a token to deliver to you," continued the stranger, addressing her. "If I escape, I will reward you. Take care he don't see you,—and bring me word where he goes, and what he does. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. " "From some of your associates?" "From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard.
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