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" Thames hastily cast his eyes over it, and transferred it, with a look of incredulity, to Wood. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. ” He mumbled, driving on. “By-the-bye, Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “do you know that I am a very great admirer of your sister’s? I wonder if she has ever spoken to you of me. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace.
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