Not a breath was drawn. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. . “I have made no arrangements as yet— none at all. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. “Yeah, I’ve heard that story. ” He answered as they hauled huge remainders of stumps and ragged rocks to the grave to make it difficult to trespass upon.
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