Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand, threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard. I want you to hold me and have me SO. Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively. Likely as not outside the law, too. Somebody to depend upon her; somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. But not a word to him of Lady Trafford's absence—mind that. The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response.
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