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I'll eat them when we start. I don’t believe any one could have traced us here. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. Enjoy. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. Now drop it.
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