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“You will not give Sir John any cause for jealousy? You will have no secrets from him except—concerning those things which are past?” “Anna, I swear it!” her sister sobbed. That is, if Spurlock had been throwing money about, which was more than likely. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. And Doctor Ralph stood by looking considerate. I suppose that’s the gist of the whole thing. The house was eerily silent, which alerted her to the idea that someone might be listening. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. "I've been wondering, until this morning, if you were real. “So very clear and cold,” she said. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. "There's a guinea to drink our health," she added, slipping a piece of money into his hand.
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