Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment
looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking
the back rooms. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. "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. Her amusement fled and she stared at
him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast. In this way he was able to force back a ponderous bolt from
its socket; and to his unspeakable joy, found that the door instantly yielded. "We're merely about to
discharge our duty by apprehending a rebel. "That is easily explained. My late husband, I mean.
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