’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. And she defies me. You understand me, sirrah?" "Perfectly," replied Jack. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work. "That's all right. "Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?" "Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred. "I hope not. Open it. Possessed of you, I shall have a treasure such as kings could not boast. ‘But don’t let me stop you from going to see Charvill.
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