"Rowland," said Lady Trafford, regarding him with a look of indescribable anxiety, "you have assured me that I shall behold my son. ’ ‘How dare you?’ roared the general. The will to live had returned. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold. It was an odd room, used principally for the reception of guests and visiting dignitaries, packed from end to end with ill-assorted sofas and padded chairs. The monster, Wild, when he visited my dungeon last night, told me, to add to my misery, that she occupied a cell near me.
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