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"No. Nothing. He's taken his story with him. The last words he said were 'Will you go and tell my wife, Lady …' and there he pulled himself up, and said he never had a wife. But he had, I'm sure—and he called to her by her Christian name. As he died, he cried out, 'At last—my darling—’"

"Marguerite," whispered Lady Huntingten.