"Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. She sighed with relief. "This young fool is come to restore the article—whatever it may be—which Lady Trafford was anxious to conceal, and which his companion purloined. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. And, come what will, I'll balk him of the satisfaction of hanging me.
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