" "Jacobite!" echoed Mrs. . Wood's ear, whispered, "secret agents from France—you understand—friends to the cause—hem!" "I see,—persons of rank!" Mr. "Yale? Why, so am I. "Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?" "Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred. "Well, Joan," said the benevolent mechanic, after he had looked at her steadfastly for a few moments, "what say you?—silence gives consent, eh?" Mrs. " Ruth laughed. They were drenched with water and suds.
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