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They heard voices inside but stood for a full thirty seconds looking at each other. ‘You’re right. Vorsack sauntered into the room, sporting her usual toothy thin254 lipped grin. From his pale skin and inky hair color it was apparent that his ancestry was half-Hispanic and half-European, perhaps French. With his black and gray hair, his gray-green eyes were a striking contrast and he looked even younger, as if he had been frozen at age thirty-three. She was too late. Like a river swollen by many currents, it gathered force from the various avenues that poured their streams into it. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. Let us pass, Sir. She herself had cut the slender tie that had bound them.
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