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Mr. Dacre eyed his companion covertly as they progressed. His Grace of Datchet appeared to have some fresh cause for uneasiness. All at once he gave it utterance, in a tone of voice which was extremely somber: "Ivor, do you think that scoundrel will dare to play me false?"
-"I think," murmured Mr. Dacre, "that he has dared to play you pretty false already."