I can smell you. "Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?" "Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred. Any man might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. I don’t defend it.
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