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The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. "Leave the room," interposed Kneebone, angrily. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. ‘I haven’t been so much entertained since I left the Army.
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