Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. Wild horses wouldn’t drag it out of me, even I knew anything, which I don’t. You have somewhere to go to in London, I hope. So it is that I do not do these things.
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