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While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. 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. His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each encounter. Left to Capting Roding, as he told me hisself, you’d be in prison this moment. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. But that title he would not endure.
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