His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. What was his problem, she thought to herself. “I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes.
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