Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. Time was moving so fast, she could no longer count the days since Gosse had come to her with his preposterous suggestion at the Coq d’Or, where they were staying and where he had robbed her and left her and Martha to their fate. That is what stands between us, if you would know—that. But not a word to him of Lady Trafford's absence—mind that. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. ’ ‘So that you may interest yourself in my affairs even more?’ ‘Then I will go with you,’ he offered. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault.
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