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” She sat very still. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. ‘I hope I do not understand you. ” He seemed bored. James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. He understood now that it was a part of her inheritance.
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