"You didn't spend it?" "I never intended to spend it—any more than I really intended to steal it. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. If the creator drew a hero anything like himself, she would accept it as a sign that he did care a little. Gerald raised a questioning eyebrow. I don’t think I shall ever care for this bonnet again. It would put the whole adventure on a broader and better footing; it seemed, indeed, almost the only possible way in which she might emerge from her rebellion with anything like success. They entered a hansom and turned on to the Embankment. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs. "You are not. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. ’ ‘I thought so,’ Gerald said with satisfaction.
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