Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. A Hand that strove to reach his shoulder, relentless, soulless but lawful. Not the most stringent search, conducted all morning, turned up one solitary sheet. Give me my pistol and my dagger. I'm almost sorry I've sworn to hang you.
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