’ ‘Then what?’ demanded Lucilla in a hushed tone. There is a button loose on that coat under your pillow. She never knew what became of her farmer after that. Relief flooded her. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. His food lay untouched about his plate. ’ ‘That wasn’t my fault. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without. ‘She’s gone.
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