The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them. Her mother did not seem to like the new doctor at all, shunning him with a near superstitious dread. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face. There was a certain amount of disputation, and meanwhile she went on at school. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. Why, Nab, you shake as if you'd got an ague?" he added, turning to the Jew, whose teeth chattered audibly. She felt a lump rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in America. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon.
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