” Lady Ferringhall was conscious of some relief. Tell me, Sir," she added, with forced calmness, and grasping Wood's arm; "what has Jack done? Tell me in a word, that I may know the worst. "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. Lucy looked at her reflection with a measure of awe. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. ” She gasped. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. Ireton, you are in league with him.
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