Brendon felt his arm seized. "Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?" "Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred. ’ Both Valade and the granddaughter gazed at him blankly. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. And now— I suppose I should be considered too old. I cannot explain beyond that. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard. I've come to take you back home.
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