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"Ah! you are there, my dear young lady," said the widow, smiling faintly; "when I first waken, I'm always in dread of finding myself again in that horrible asylum. ’ His colour deepened. Following this direction, he opened a gate, and struck into one of the most beautiful green lanes imaginable; which, after various windings, conducted him into a more frequented road, and eventually brought him to the place he sought. . "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. It is that, is it not?” “No,” he answered readily.
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