“But you must forgive me, John. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. Later on—well then the time may come. White assented. He closed the door. "Hands off!" she exclaimed, "or you'll repent it. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature.
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