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‘It is what my father intended. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. "Your uncle, Sir Rowland?" "It is no idle boasting," replied the other. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon.
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