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I can't concentrate on my work. " "So I perceive," replied Wood. ‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. From midnight until morning he was now left alone. “Yes,” he said, “I shall come. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. "You mustn't talk any more; the excitement isn't good for you. " "What does it signify?" returned the latter, angrily. Why is the door fastened? Open it directly!" "Are you alone?" asked Jack, mimicking the voice of Kneebone. "To me?" gasped Winifred. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim, a young highwayman. But that did not stop Trodger, who had ridden up from Kent for the purpose, from detailing every little inspection and sortie that his men had made in their allotted task of watching Remenham House.
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