CHAPTER XXIII. “Well?” she said. Couldn’t make head nor tail of that note of yours. ’ ‘And your precious vicomte didn’t wish for the English one,’ said Charvill, acid in his voice. He made it brief. Mrs. Who was he?” “Intriguing.
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