” Anna looked for a moment steadily at her sister, whose face was still averted. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. Her aunt leaped unhappily to the thought of penitence. “This is wonderful! I’ve been feeling that you had vanished from my world. It was the same Bios whose nature and drift and ways and methods and aspects engaged them all.
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