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“Damn”. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. Sometimes they marry well. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. In a second the glass lay shattered upon the carpet. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. Brendon dismissed the subject with a wave of the hand.
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