I was to blame to carry the matter so far. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. "Concerning whom?" "Mrs.
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