Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. This lifeless appearance was heightened by the extreme sharpness of her features—especially the nose and chin,—and by the emaciation of her limbs, which was painfully distinct through her drapery. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight.
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