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” “It’s too far for the ball to reach us,” said Miss Klegg. . Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. ” She looked at him; his face, downcast and in profile, was handsome and strong. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. " The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. Just because she was sorry for that young fool! "Uh-huh," he repeated, rising and bowing as he passed Ruth's table. “Do you believe me now?” She asked. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Sir John hesitated, and then continued.
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