ToC On the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour of eleven, the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscure quarter of the Borough of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened; and a man, with a lantern in his hand, appeared at the threshold. He caressed her tenderly, with no trace of the Sebastian who had previously knocked her off her feet with a slap across the mouth. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. "Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?" "Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred. ’ Madame gave one of those breathy laughs. I do not command the services of a person who will not tell me why he offers them.
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