"Vell," he growled, addressing Quilt, "you know who's here, I suppose?" "To be sure I do," replied Quilt; "my noble friend, the Marquis of Slaughterford. “Um, I really shouldn’t tell you this, but he said. At least that, I think, is what makes a clever woman’s independent career so much more difficult than a clever man’s. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. Then he relaxed back a little, and let the weapon dangle from his fingers. “In self-defence I had to,” she answered. ’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. Wait a little; rest. My profession has hardened me. ’ “Crude, I admit. Just as Jack got half way down the stairs, and Wild and the Jew reached the upper landing, the street-door was opened by Langley and Ireton, the latter of whom carried a lantern.
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