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There was a time, long, long ago, when the tears would have rushed to my eyes unbidden at the bare mention of generosity like yours, Mr. "You'll never return. And, now, to find a messenger. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. Stanley pointed to the letter with a pipe he had drawn from his jacket pocket.
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