"You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. It was dated from the House of Commons on the previous day. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the screened windows.
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