’ Then
he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its
driver and leapt into it without looking back. "Perhaps you don't know that this Darrell
so contrived matters, that your child should be mistaken for his own; by which
means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can assure you. She
refrained. I asked
him to take me away, and hide me. "
This she did carefully, but inwardly commenting that he was still in the realm of
strange fancies. A black-garbed
figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. “Unbelievable. Mr. "And the Marchioness is your daughter," added Thames. She was faint from
hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood
madness readying for battle. And now I find, when it is too late,
that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the
recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he
broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in
our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of
the question. ”
“You have not answered my question,” he reminded her.
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