” “I don’t know. “Shari told me. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. Byby. ’ The girl shook her head violently, setting the feathers on her hat bobbing. This is also the ragged edge of the world, too. Then her eyes flashed. After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. He knew not how to act, urged as he was in two directions.
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