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The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. “I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England. ” She rested the firing end of the cannon against her own temple. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder.
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