"This gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. I didn’t understand before that letter. She had been so young then. ‘Of course she don’t understand,’ snapped Charvill irascibly. “This is not every day. ‘Who, the émigrés?’ ‘Do I speak of the English, imbecile? Certainly the émigrés. ‘The wretch said nothing to anyone. Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms. Not alone with her, that’s sure. Then she called a hansom and drove home. We are both graduates of Yale.
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