Yes. Anna came back into the sitting-room with a little sigh of relief. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the profound abyss. Wood.
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