And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. She heard him crash against it, and turned the key in the lock. On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him. Only promise me this. “Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you.
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