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‘What, for not wanting to marry you?’
‘Imbecile. He lowered himself on
to her. Part 3
She dismissed the first hotels she passed, she scarcely knew why, mainly
perhaps from the mere dread of entering them, and crossed Waterloo Bridge at a
leisurely pace. She had lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar
streets. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it;
"but the Marquis de Chatillon. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified
friend. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts
to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still
worse upon her mind. I consented. “‘Go it, missie,’ they said; “kick aht!’
“I swore at that policeman—and disgusted him. ‘Merely making a useful contact. At once. They then took off their boots, and crept stealthily up stairs, treading
upon the point of their toes so cautiously, that not a board creaked beneath their
weight.
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