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The pistol was lowered slightly. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. He was a just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon fairness. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. The doors were closed and barricaded, and the mob threatened to burst them open if Jack was not delivered to them.
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