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“You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. My very sentences stumble and give way. “The truth!” Annabel bent over her and whispered in her sister’s ear. ‘I do not know of whom you speak. And yet I know not—for the object of his visit here to-night was to serve Jack, who, if your statement is correct, which I cannot however for a moment believe, does not deserve his assistance.
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