“Flora!” cried the distracted wife. “Are you sure? No! no! you must be wrong! God has not given me back my husband only to steal him away again. John! tell me, is it you? You would not lie to me?” For a moment the man before them was silent. He swayed to and fro, as in weakness. The surgeon stepped forward and supported him. “I have been very sick,” he said. “Possibly I have changed; but I am Lord Greystoke. I do not remember this woman,” and he indicated Flora Hawkes. “He lies!” cried the girl. “Yes, he lies,” sai…
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