"I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. CHAPTER XV. She was practically destitute of jewellery. His breath grew shallower as he approached the room, conscious of the loudness of his hallway-reverberated footfalls. I jumped then—I was not even shaken. Answering him was agonizing. He must be tied behind the carriage.
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