"Brother," cried Lady Trafford, her eye blazing with unnatural light, and her cheek suffused with a crimson stain: "Brother," she cried, lifting her thin fingers towards Heaven, "as God shall judge me, I was wedded to that murdered man!" "A lie!" ejaculated Sir Rowland, furiously; "a black, and damning lie!" "It is the truth," replied his sister, falling backwards upon the couch. " "It shall be, Sir," replied Ireton, bowing. Go back at once, please. You did not marry her because you loved her; you did not marry because she might have had money; you did not marry her out of gratitude; you did not marry her because you had to. Hartford had a very respectable sound. I didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir. Please yourself. ’ ‘Take care,’ warned Hilary, his eyes on his improvised bandage. ” “She has chances?” he said, helping her out. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice.
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