Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. CHAPTER VIII. ‘Ah, grandpére. “Pray accept my apologies. You called her a wanton!" "Because I had every reason to believe she was one. "It is addressed to my mother," he added, as his eye glanced rapidly over it, "and by my father. You really ought not to stay here and talk to us. He sat down beside her just as the room became darker. “You, too,” he said abruptly.
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