What a God-forsaken fool he was! And dimly, out there somewhere in the South Seas—the beach! Already he sensed the fascination of the inevitable; and with this fascination came the idea of haste, to get there quickly and have done. He leaned towards her, laid his hand tenderly upon hers. Managers and accountants are always shifting about, so he tells me. "Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?" "Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred. He was unaware that his illness had opened the way to the inherent conscience and that the acquired had been temporarily blanketed, or that there was any ancient fanaticalism in his blood. ’ ‘Do you take me for a fool, Hilary?’ demanded his betrothed.
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