“I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Only a son’s another story.
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