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Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. I loved her beyond anything in heaven or on earth—to idolatry. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. She was surprised and stared at him when he did not immediately leave the bed as Gianfrancesco always did, but instead rested on his elbows. “After all, it’s our honeymoon. He dressed mechanically; so many moves this way, so many moves that. I shall never come back. She had better escape if she can. I’ve wanted you—always. But he was at last persuaded that I mean you no harm, and that I might—just possibly, since I am both a gentleman and a major of militia—be able to be of more assistance to you than he himself. ” “It scarcely gives me a chance,” Mr.
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