I felt—I felt living in a masked world. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. A farthing candle, stuck in a bottle neck, shed its feeble light upon the table, which, owing to the provident kindness of Mr. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. ToC Thames Darrell's fears were not, however, groundless.
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