Chapter 65 LXVI THE CRY FROM THE CHAMBER

Brooding, if a man of his temperament may ever be said to brood, over the sad history of his young wife and the prospects of his daughter, the marquis rode over fields and through gates-he never had been one to jump a fence in cold blood-till the darkness began to fall; and the bearings of his perplexed position came plainly before him.

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