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She was pensive and thoughtful. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. ‘You have come to me in place of Gérard? But how is it you will help me?’ ‘That’s all right and tight. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon.
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