"You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. "Your mother is dead," interposed Wild, scowling. Selfishness. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness. "Ruth?" Silence for a moment.
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