My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. “I wonder!” said Miss Stanley. ’ ‘I chose to come with you, miss,’ Jack interrupted more firmly. ’ ‘Are we to infer that he had a choice?’ enquired Gerald. Ice had begun to form in the shallows. I don’t think I shall ever care for this bonnet again.
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