Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. She pointed across the road. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. To return. . But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede.
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