“I mean it. " He paused, and not without malice. “Does he ever ask about me?” She asked, feeling like a cuckolded old maid. Diable. " "I see. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. Brendon suggests supper at the Carlton. But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then.
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