" "Keep it," said Trenchard, haughtily. " "You'll dance upon nothing, presently," rejoined Jonathan, brutally. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. That was something in his favour. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye.
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