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” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. "Where?" she cried. ‘Jacques, you have been very much my friend. She gloried in it: he needed her. Only she is not Madame Valade at all.
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