"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. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. He liked to draw her in, and she did her best to talk. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. . All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good.
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