I shall be delighted to rescue you. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. ” “I’ll frame it—when I get it. Unless he can arise from the bottom of the Thames, where he and his abhorred father lie buried, you will never behold him again in this world. He's the only native I trust in these parts. CHAPTER VIII. “How are those books any different from the witchcraft books?” “I dunno.
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