Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. And lunged once more. Lose not a moment, Hobson. Once they were on the move, Kimble seemed to find strength from somewhere. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity.
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