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"Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful
look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately
acted within its walls. But she made no answer. “It’s precious unromantic. “I hope nothing is wrong. "
"You've been misinformed, Sir," interposed Smith. "I've obtained two packets, containing letters from Sir Rowland Trenchard,
which I've no doubt will establish your title to the estates. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks
of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever
and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening
appearance of the night. "What I do is for the best, and I can only hope she
may have strength to bear the separation. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting.
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