My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. We have him as safe as a linnet in a cage; and could wring his neck round as easily.
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