His pride, however, would not suffer him to interfere with their proceedings; much less could he bring himself to acknowledge that he had been in the wrong, and entreat Lady Trafford to remain, though he was well aware that her life might be endangered if she travelled by night. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. Then, I thought, she has repented, all will be well. ’ ‘Are you off your head? Think I don’t know you’re up to some mischief or other?’ Melusine feigned innocence.
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