. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. "No," replied Jack. Ruth could not be told now. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. ‘But if there is one, how in the world did this mystery lady of yours know of it?’ ‘That, Lucy, is precisely the point that has been exercising my mind,’ Gerald said, turning his eyes once more to the group of French exiles in the alcove. Listen, it is I.
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