“You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. "Maybe he realized that he was slipping fast and thought a fine action might give him a hand-hold on life again. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. And I don’t. She drifted northward from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “I came here this afternoon hoping particularly to see you for a few moments before you signed that contract. “Sir John is not at all that sort. Bring the light this way—quick! I cannot decipher the signature. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door. ’ He added on a teasing note, ‘Though if there’s anything suspicious we can always get the key from Pottiswick.
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