He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. “I think we are growing sensible,” he said. Not even for Ruth could he do such a beastly thing.
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