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'And do you suppose that any English judge or English jury would believe
so wild a story--or countenance so vile an accusation against the
defenceless?' demanded Lady Maulevrier, standing up before him, tall,
stately, with flashing eye and scornful lip, the image of proud
defiance. 'Bring forward your claim, produce your documents, your
witnesses, your death-bed confessions. I defy you to injure my dead
husband or me by your wild lies, your foul charges! Go to an English
lawyer, and see what an English law court will do for you--and your
claim. I will hear no more of either.'
She rang the bell once, twice, thrice, with passionate hand, and a
servant flew to answer that impatient summons.
'Show this gentlemen to his carriage,' she said, imperiously.
The gentleman who called himself Louis Asoph bowed, and retired without
another word.
As the door closed upon him, Lady Maulevrier stood, with clenched hands
and frowning brow, staring into vacancy. Her right arm was outstretched,
as if she would have waved the intruder away.


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