My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Let me only wear your livery. . The window was shortly after opened, and a rope ladder, with a lighted horn lantern attached to it, let down. And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul. Anna’s face however was wholly impassive. Not like my father. He dared not go on. ’ The lady stamped her foot. “Anna,” he cried eagerly.
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