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. Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. “I really do not believe,” he announced with satisfaction, “that any one would recognize me. Though they do, in secret, I believe. I'll tell you what. What would you? I cannot fight them all. Even as a child she observed how men were haunted 18 by the presence of her mother.
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