"I didn't tell you," he answered. "There was no object in your knowing for a time. I know your weakness where jewels are concerned too well, my dear; I got them the night before last in Amsterdam. Do you remember that Russian--Stanovitch? That wasn't his real name. He was the eldest son of the Grand Duke Georgius, and he had just arrived from Russia." "The man who took that overdose of his sleeping-draught?" whispered the girl barely above her breath. The Reverend Theodosius smiled grimly. "So they decided," h…
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