My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. “Please, stay a while longer. I don’t think any surroundings could throw a shadow on you. "Thinking it likely you might desire to have this information, I prepared accordingly. Glancing at the finger-post over the cage, which has been described as situated at the outskirts of the village, and seeing no directions to Dollis Hill, he made fresh inquiries as to where it lay, from an elderly man, who was standing with another countryman near the little prison. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. Now what? There was an interest, or why ask him who they were.
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