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CHAPTER SEVEN-2
He was all in black and she knew that it was because he would not be seen in the river. All that mattered was, he had come! * The Marquis reached the bottom of the stairs cautiously, just in case his cousin took a shot at him. He was certain that, if Terence should kill him, he would easily explain it away. He had meant the bullet, of course, for the others from The Hall who were attacking him. The first person the Marquis saw was Yates, who was looking decidedly pleased with himself. He was holding a pistol in his right hand. The two other men who the Marquis had brought with him and Yates to rescue Christina came from the village. They had only recently returned home having fought at the Battle of Waterloo and then stayed for a time with the Army of Occupation. It was Yates who
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