"Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?"
"Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred. ‘This is altogether insupportable!’
She dug a hand into the recesses of the petticoat of her riding habit and a
moment later Gerald found himself once again confronting the barrel of her
overlarge and tarnished pistol. “I am going to fetch some things that will be wanted
if he pulls through the next hour. I think you are hard. She may have
any number of wasting diseases, but they cannot survive
in our bodies. I struck him across the face, twisted the steering
wheel of the motor, sprang out myself, and left him for dead on the road with the
motor on top of him. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when
Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. "
"There, now! You mustn't get mixed.
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