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My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. You know very well that you took from my easel David Courtlaw’s study of me, and sent it to Cariolus. Maggot, whose nerves were more firmly strung, she contented herself with waving her hand affectionately to her lover, and encouraging him by her gestures. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in. Of course I knew all about him years ago, and he is exactly like everybody’s description of him.
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