"I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. This lady is my wife, and I have a right to be here. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. There was a stain of wine upon her dress. To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour! She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. H’m. You are in the right to be cautious, till you know with whom you have to deal; and, even then, you can't be too wary.
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