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But I shan't let him off thus. The only mercy you can show me is to kill me. My name is Armytage—Lord Ernest Armytage. It was your sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t it?” Anna nodded. ‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance. Either that or some other person also obtained admission here and shot him, and that person is either still upon the premises or escaped without your notice. But De Maupassant—sheer off! Stick to Dickens and Thackeray and Hugo. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you.
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