It must have been impossible to see me through that much rain. “This is MY thing,” said Ann Veronica, softly, with thoughtful eyes upon him. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. Here was a hole as wide as a church-door. These starlings varied in width, according to the bulk of the pier they surrounded.
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