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My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. ’ His features relaxed again and he grinned. Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. ‘But to do only what one wishes, it is not always convenient.
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