What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. Ennison’s signet-ring had cut nearly to the bone. I forget the particulars, but I know it was something very disagreeable.
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