Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. Only the next of kin. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. ’ Upon which, she darted through the library door, galvanising both the sergeant and his two militiamen into action. Having now fairly got out of Newgate for the second time, with a heart throbbing with exultation, he hastened to make good his escape. "He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. But she made a pretence of struggling a little, for it would be out of character for her not to do so and she did not want to arouse his suspicions.
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