" "What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. " "Blessings upon him!" cried Lady Trafford, fervently. I am used, you understand, to guard my secret. ” His walk became a jovial saunter. In this cell was a huntsman, who had fractured his skull while hunting, and was perpetually hallooing after the hounds;—in that, the most melancholy of all, the grinning gibbering lunatic, the realization of "moody madness, laughing wild. Hadn’t the stomach to admit the truth, had he? I’ll lay any money he labelled you with some foul French name as well. CHAPTER V At dinner the spinsters invited Ruth to sit at their table, an invitation she accepted gratefully. ” Mr.
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