" "Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. “It’s not. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight.
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