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David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. Her eyes were wide open with amazement. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. “See you to-night, I suppose?” He sauntered off. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. She described it so vividly. Her thoughts took words for themselves. . ’ ‘But he gives them to me.
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