The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. ‘Grace à vous, I am compelled to rescue myself. There's the paragraph.
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