"Here, Bess, give
me the cord, and I'll tie him to this chest of drawers. "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. “I’ve got bad faults. We've ridden post all the way, and I'm horribly tired, or you wouldn't
have mastered me so easily. “You must tell me the truth, and I will see
that no harm comes to you. I almost died from this flu. Eh? Banging against the old rollers—that'll put some
life into us both. And think things out. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?”
Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift
nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head.
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