“You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. Hurrying on, his progress was soon checked by a strong door, several inches in thickness, and nearly as wide as the passage. ’ ‘Yes, do. I found it on the beach, just sitting there nestled inside a piece of driftwood. But you! Why the devil did you marry her? That's the thing that confounds me. Anna did not pause, but she looked over her shoulder with slightly lifted eyebrows. I next proceeded to Jenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig Lane—there I got the same answer. Nothing is of any concern of ours except the discovery of the man’s identity. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand.
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