“Beats me. Wood, was
examined. “They make me want to shout,” said Mr. ”
He plunged into one of his drawers, and brought up a small gold-foiled bottle. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a
raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. "Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?"
"Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred. A loud buzz of curiosity circulated among the domestics; some of whom—
especially the females—leaned forward to obtain a peep at the culprit. Although she had refused to answer
his impertinent questions. ‘Me, I have a name. "Hands off!" she exclaimed, "or you'll repent it. The
benches running round the room, though fastened to the walls by iron clamps,
had been forcibly wrenched off; while the table, which was similarly secured to
the boards, was upset, and its contents—bottles, jugs, glasses, and bowls were
broken and scattered about in all directions.
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