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Rank ingratitude, I call it. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. Does HE know I keep you?. Not that it would make any difference if he was alive still. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated.
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