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A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. A little exclamation of surprise escaped Ennison. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Kneebone invariably takes part with me, when any trifling misunderstanding arises between us. Oh, wait!’ She seized Jack’s arm as he was about to go out of the room. “Annabel, I begin to see why you are here. Where is he?" "Within this room," replied the knight.
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