Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. Three short days. "Vill this do?" demanded the constable, taking the candle from the lantern, the better to display the narrow limits of the hole. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt.
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