What sort of proof? There are no papers at Remenham House. “I would have given up anything to see you your old self again—as you are this evening. Wood," urged Jack. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. “Nigel, don’t you understand. “Is this hansom for me?” she said. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. These sweeping dignities were not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested.
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