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"My portrait!" echoed Jack. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. "So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch.
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