CHAPTER VII. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. ” “For what?” Lucy asked. Something forbade him to draw her toward him and seal the compact with a kiss. A wife formed part of his scheme of life, for several years he had been secretly but assiduously looking for her. ” Drummond, a few years older, dark, clean-shaven, with bright eyes and humorous mouth, laid down his paper and turned towards Sir John. “I hope you’re satisfied.
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