’ ‘I do not tell you why,’ the lady uttered flatly. And, mind, it's for his sister, Lady Trafford. ’ ‘Oh, have you?’ grunted Gerald, surprising in himself a surge of some odd emotion at these words. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. “Tiffany’s?” He looked at her comically. ‘By the by, get Trodger to send up one of our best men, will you? Someone discreet. ‘She wormed it out of me, the little fiend. We may be all murdered in this unprotected place, and nobody be the wiser. I’ve made no one happy. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. For all that she was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these things with unaverted eyes. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. " "You are heiress to the Trenchard property," rejoined Jonathan, "one of the largest estates in Lancashire.
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