"Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. ‘The gatehouse? But why must you move him at all?’ ‘Listen, missie. Charcoal. Stop it!” Anna stepped back bewildered, but the man held out his arms to her. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. “Wise! Kind! What mockery words are! I came because I had to. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall.
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