"You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. " "It is past," rejoined Lady Trafford, recovering herself by a powerful effort; "but never allude to the circumstance again. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. CHAPTER XX. I don't want her hurt.
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