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This is part of a dream—
some evil fancy. "His life—or
yours?"
"No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. But once he had steered the lady down the hall
and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of
society. Brendon made a quick movement forward. I am a pauper, and as yet I have not discovered
how to earn money. . "My demeanour ought to convince you that I came with no hostile
intention. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and,
on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys
was collected in the yard.
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