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‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. " "'No doubt,'" said Wood, who had again turned over the leaves of the sacred volume—', "no doubt this man is a murderer, whom, though he escaped the seas, yet vengeance suffereth not to live'. It was your sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t it?” Anna nodded. " "But what, in God's name, possessed you? You have already wrecked your own life and now you've wrecked hers. "Right," said the Master, "I didn't think of her. "How, Sir?" "Except by adoption. Is there any truth, do you suppose, in this rumoured marriage?” “I know nothing,” Courtlaw answered hurriedly. He went over her features one by one in his mind. Maggot. You say you love me and want to marry, but those are strong, potent words, words meant to last a lifetime.
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