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Not that there had ever been any hope of that. . "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice. He drove her to the Beck house, pulling up behind Cathy's red Nissan. "At the Black Lion in our street," replied Jack, without hesitation. Her dress, it has just been said, was neatness and simplicity itself.
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