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He was not quite sure whether, after all, he had been wise. "The Chevalier shall hear of this," whispered the woollen-draper. "It is addressed to my mother," he added, as his eye glanced rapidly over it, "and by my father. You are taking it for granted that I am ‘Alcide. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. ToC Thames Darrell's fears were not, however, groundless. She used to play violin, you know. Impassive by nature and training, he was conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by a dull background of disappointment.
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