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While Drake had been absent, Lady Luce had stood, apparently listening

with profound attention and syave her away, for it grew rapid now and again, and when Lord Turfleigh

ca sharply, like those of a

bird of prey, frolance

at hi his thick voice

"Up there in that gallery soone to pay compliments to that

fiddler felloho is playing now"

"Gad!" said his lordship, with a stare of contempt at the rapt audience

"What the devil does he ith the 'Dead March in Saul,' or whatever

it is, in the ht he was ?"

He lowered his voice still htly by way of answer, and the coarse face

reddened

"Curse

at his dyed o, that he was

'on' again; then he bolts--disappears"

"Do you want all these people to hear you?" she asked, her eyes hidden