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. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. ’ She tried to shake his hands off her wrists, but Gerald held them fast and tutted at her. “These are the playgrounds of life. Kneebone and Mr. . Hips tended to be the bane of Shari’s existence as she tried diet after diet to get rid of them. There was no one else in the doorway. I need only just jump up and throw myself upon you. ” He looked into her pale blue eyes. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. Kneebone, having been alarmed by something in the widow's look before her feelings found vent in the manner above described, thrust his hand instinctively into his coat in search of his pocket-book,—about the security of which, as it contained several letters and documents implicating himself and others in the Jacobite plot, he was, not unnaturally, solicitous,—and finding it gone, he felt certain he had been robbed.
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