“Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. Still, his robust frame enabled him to hold out. ‘But I do not pay this penalty. If he succeeds there, I do not know how I can prove myself.
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