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She let them fall and sped to the companion, where she stood for a moment, the moonlight giving her a celestial touch. “I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England. Sheppard. You can have no shecrets from me. She held out the foil. ‘I wish you joy of the wench.
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