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"Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. "One whom you may perhaps have forgotten," replied the stranger, "but who can never forget the kindness he experienced at your hands, or at those of your excellent husband. And why, after all, should she not borrow money from Ramage? It was so true what he said; middle-class people WERE ridiculously squeamish about money. Having heard from Thames that you were better, and that your sole anxiety was about me, I came to give you the first intelligence of my escape. That can be very useful, that.
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