Their momentary absence seemed to have worked wonders; for now the most perfect understanding appeared to subsist between them. She was to see Capes to-morrow, but now, in this state of misery she had achieved, she felt assured he would turn his back upon her, take no notice of her at all. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. ’ ‘Like this?’ ‘Parfait. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. ’ Her face fell. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. She didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a ‘bad husband’.
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