David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. ” Anna nodded and turned again to Courtlaw. ‘What else was there to do? He paid off the servants and left old Pottiswick in charge, saying that the place would have to remain empty until the heir was found. You’re all dependents—all of you. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. This spike is more than half cut through. To reach it would be a most difficult undertaking. And do you, Jack, attend to your work, and mind you don't get into further mischief.
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