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“I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. Make up your mind as to the terms, and I'll engage to find the man. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. It will take a month to clean up. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. “You are late,” she murmured.
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