"His life—or
yours?"
"No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. Beyond that everything was nebulous. Indeed,
she did not want to think of him as loving her. . Then light footsteps became audible, descending the
staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. The assassination, as you call it, was,
obviously, the vengeance of a kinsman of the injured lady, who no doubt was of
good family, upon her seducer. Still, she
knew instinctively that all of Sidney Carton's life had not been put upon the
printed page. Now he courted with “servants”
which he often killed afterward. ” She muttered some
unlady-like comment upon herself under her breath and engaged in secret
additions. When it's done, I'll push you through.
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