“Have you any money?” “Lots,” Anna answered laconically. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. This door, which was open, Jonathan locked and took out the key. Understand me. “Lady Ferringhall, sir.
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