“Go on!” she commanded. It was so hopeless to put it to them. She had heard the trader utter it many times. She fell into a pleasant dream of positions and work. At times he seemed to be claiming pity from her; at times he was threatening her with her check and exposure; at times he was boasting of his inflexible will, and how, in the end, he always got what he wanted. She was looking about her, and her face was dark with anger. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. . "Certain. ’ Her gaze followed the butler, who was moving towards the door. I was to blame to carry the matter so far.
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