‘What did you do with the portrait then? Not that I suppose it is much use any longer. That is what my mother used to call me. ” She drove off in a little fiacre, nodding and smiling at Sir John, who remained upon the Avenue. And I have no more the pistol. This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex. For so far she had kept it uncashed. “What made you marry him? What made you leave Paris without a word to any one? What made you and your sister exchange identities?” “There is one answer to all those questions, Nigel,” she said, with a nervous little shudder.
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