From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be
styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. She loped
forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung
loosely. I'm an old hand at such things. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn
object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. She looked at him curiously. He was daring enough to have seized and carried him off before the
whole congregation, but he preferred waiting. “Don’t!” she begged. She studied the face and tried to visualize
the body, clothed in the dress which had created the spinsters' astonishment. They seem to spend their time yawning and
inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. And now I find, when it is too late,
that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. ”
“I am staying,” she answered coolly, “at a small boarding-house near Russell
Square.
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