“By-the-bye,” he said, presently, “your sister was married to old Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t she? I saw the notice in the papers. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. Both Spurlock and McClintock stood by their chairs until she was gone.
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