"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. If you know
her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’
‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. “I thought I saw her in town to-day,” he said. Living,
he knew that he would never send that letter. She felt herself getting into a corner. Had Gosse taken it as he escaped? What could she
do? Gosse now knew that she was the daughter of Mary Remenham. You act your part capitally, but it won't do. ‘Ask him.
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