So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. “Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you. " "Make it positive," was the brisk reply. “What year was 221 that, about 1350?” He asked in wonderment. She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor.
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