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I'm a slave to my word. "Mother!" cried the son, "help!" "What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and extending her hands towards him. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. Tell her, that more than once, when about to commit some desperate offence, I have been restrained by her gentle image. "You shall not go, adorable girl," cried Kneebone, catching her in his arms, "till you have answered me.
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