Once more breaking through the hedge he took to the fields. "To—to—no matter what," returned the widow distractedly. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. “You are late,” she murmured. Whatever happened she need never return to that possibility. He was painfully in earnest, too. "Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?" "Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred.
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