There was a young lad ahead of her. “Nothing was ever done,” Miss Brett asserted, “without a certain element of Faith. The second is to somehow meet Lady Ferringhall. Can you wonder that I expect you to fulfil yours?” “I am not aware,” she answered, “that I have ever failed in doing so. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. He came to her and stood before her, waiting, the morning light dazzling his eyes.
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