"You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. A handy knife, and a good tot of something sharp to clean out the wound. “You are positively eloquent to-night—both of you,” she declared. For the first time, Melusine heartily regretted her rejection of the major’s services. The thought of them distressed her without subtracting at all from the oceans of happiness in which she swam.
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