It was the last thing she felt like drinking. “I have brought you very nearly to my door. When she entered the office a strange scene was presented to her startled gaze. But to England! What has
happened, then?”
Already the terror of a few hours ago seemed to have passed away from the girl
who leaned back so lazily in her chair, watching the tip of her patent shoe swing
backwards and forwards. Gentlemen, I am proud to say that I originated—that I directed those
measures. "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. “You didn’t expect that I should kiss you?”
“How was I to know that a man would—would think it was possible—when
there was nothing—no love?”
“How did I know there wasn’t love?”
That silenced her for a moment. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with
an Eastern custom.
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