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She looked from Anna, who was far
too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that reassuring pile of luggage,
and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully. My
name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. "Come along, my sly shaver. Mere hangers on. I thank God for the beauty you love and the faults you
love. We’re hard stuff!”
Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me
like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have
done. It was his particular
hobby, and the leisure he had to apply to it had given him a remarkable
appraising eye. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the
egotism of his own passionate love. “It was only
yesterday I had your letter, and you never mentioned coming over. Up to this
moment, hopes had been entertained of a respite, strong representations in his
favour having been made in the highest quarter; but now that his fate seemed
sealed, the curiosity of the sight-seeing public to behold him was redoubled.
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