“You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. Give him this letter, child, and bid him take it to the Lodge at Newgate without loss of time. He was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo.
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