"Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her. " "As in a dream. ” Lucy shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. ’ His face changed, all the humour and tenderness leaving it in an instant. He declined to come in. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. You must let me do whatever I can for you. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall.
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