‘Fiddle, Gerald. I’ve had my time and lost my chances. Glancing towards him she saw that a
shadow had fallen upon his face. No instrument I've ever used has
done me such good service. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. "I'll go to her directly," said Wood, bustling towards the door. And here
he was first visited by that genius which, in his subsequent career, prompted him
to so many bold and successful attempts. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be
styled, the Marquis de Chatillon.
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