Wood, meanwhile, had summoned his men-servants, and having armed them
with such weapons as could be found, they proceeded to the garden, where the
first object they encountered was Thames Darrell, extended on the ground, and
weltering in his blood. "Off with him to Newgate!" cried Jonathan. He went in there, and he was in there for a good half hour. This will be safer than cutting his throat on
shore. He
brought his mother to call, and as you know the Countess goes scarcely
anywhere. “You
will not give Sir John any cause for jealousy? You will have no secrets from him
except—concerning those things which are past?”
“Anna, I swear it!” her sister sobbed. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these
happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the
sinking of her heart. "Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?"
"Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred. ‘Then I am not mad in the least.
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