Jack dropped the knife, and walked sullenly aside. It seemed to her that her father was in some inexplicable way meaner-looking than she had supposed, and yet also, as unaccountably, appealing. “How did you find me?” He asked. ” She gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch of icy dirt road. Leaning upon a gate he looked down into the valley. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall.
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