"No, no, let him alone," interposed Wood. Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. For an instant, Melusine watched him go. His pride, however, would not suffer him to interfere with their proceedings; much less could he bring himself to acknowledge that he had been in the wrong, and entreat Lady Trafford to remain, though he was well aware that her life might be endangered if she travelled by night. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. I want to hammer myself against all this that pens women in. ’ ‘She’s as clothheaded as you,’ Roding retorted, but he slipped an arm about the lady’s waist and gave her a quick squeeze. ” She paused, and he waited for her to speak.
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