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It must be the dawn creeping in. She held out her hand for it, but Gerald smiled. Perhaps Ferringhall has pensioned her off. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she had in the water. " As familiar as Quilt Arnold himself with every part of Wild's mysterious abode, as well as with the ways of its inmates, Jack, without a moment's hesitation, took up a lamp which was burning in the hall, and led his companion up the great stone stairs. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence.
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