"My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. "No, no," rejoined Thames; "fly—or I will not answer for your safety. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. " "Won't you go?" cried Jack passionately. ’ A peal of delighted laughter greeted this threat. No gentleman was ever called Thames, and Darrell is a gentleman, unless the whole story of his being found in the river is a fabrication!" "My dear, you forget—" "No, Mr.
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