My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. "That man should have been an Italian bravo," murmured the knight, sinking into a chair: "he has neither fear nor compunction. Melusine shrieked an imprecation, and ran the length of the aisle, searching for the weapon she had thrown.
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