"Your faults were the faults of circumstances. ‘And I do understand. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. Her little white hand stole across the table. Promise me one thing before I leave you. Return to him, I say—" "I can't," replied Jack, doggedly. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet.
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