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Before she passed out she turned and faced Sir John. ‘Thought it was downright wicked to keep you ignorant of your proper background. It's gin—a liquor you used to like. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. I hope you won’t think less of me, you’ve treated me so well. “Our business here is the right way. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant. She shrugged her shoulders. Once more cheered by daylight, he hastened forward, and entered the chapel. “Cheveney!” she repeated.
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