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Recovery impossible. I met you here as Lady Ferringhall. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and
she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. It was still so dark, that nothing could be distinguished except
the heavy masses of timber by which the premises were surrounded; but as they
advanced, lights were visible in some of the windows. “But that’s quite different,” replied Anna. Quilt, meanwhile, came down, examined the door, and finding it unfastened,
locked it with a bitter imprecation on his brother-janizary's carelessness.
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