Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground; others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and "shrivelled up like scrolls of parchment. When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still salty with blood. Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. The man, who was just able to move, pointed towards Giltspur-street. "Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?" "Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred. "Because it's not like you," was her answer. Sheppard in a troubled voice, "that if I lost my child, I should lose all I have left in the world. I was his wife.
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