"Brother," cried Lady Trafford, her eye blazing with unnatural light, and her
cheek suffused with a crimson stain: "Brother," she cried, lifting her thin fingers
towards Heaven, "as God shall judge me, I was wedded to that murdered man!"
"A lie!" ejaculated Sir Rowland, furiously; "a black, and damning lie!"
"It is the truth," replied his sister, falling backwards upon the couch. What he told the vicomte I was not
privileged to learn. He introduced her as his
\"friend\" Lucy. ‘My papa
he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the
convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. Probably his first
serious bout with John Barleycorn. Miss Stanley reflected on this proposal for a moment. My, um,
my curfew. He shuddered.
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