“I believe she’s dressing up-stairs—now. If we were to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. She was fine and tender. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. ” Part 6 In the afternoon she resumed her search for apartments.
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