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‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. Wrap yourself in my cloak, and keep it. “So you come from Anna, do you?” she remarked. “Did he tell you, Annabel?” “Yes. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Yes, very well. She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. You say that this gentleman was with you?” “I was,” Brendon answered, “most providentially. ” Lucy tried to ignore her awareness that Mike’s ears had perked up. "As like as life.
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