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How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. On gaining a stack of chimneys at the back of the house, he came to a pause, and again unmasked his lantern. Aware of his father's inflexibility of purpose, he set his wits to work to defeat the design. "Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. Here her strength completely failed her, and she was compelled to seek some repose. Something about the girl had suggested an idea. When she awoke she felt as if she were adrift on a soft cloud through a golden sky. She should have slapped him but she was in shock at her own thoughts of lust that arose.
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