" The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. Unless it was a jewel or locket of some kind. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. " "It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood. ” Lady Ferringhall was conscious of some relief.
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