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White’s boarding-house in Russell Square. Sadly, the Christmas break came to an end. We simply can’t get away. She tucked her stick under her arm and re-read Manning’s letter. You’re mine. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. ‘The gatehouse? But why must you move him at all?’ ‘Listen, missie. ’ ‘Forgive me, but if that is the case, I don’t quite see why you should run away.
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