I trust you will not accuse me of discourtesy if I express my pleasure
that henceforth our ways will lie apart. Chapter XXI
HER SISTER’S SECRET
“I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. Looking at this girl, a sense of failure
swept over him. Now he
lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain
dripping slowly on to the carpet. ‘But it is entirely myself,’ she exclaimed aloud. "Those chops, fried potatoes, and buttered toast. ‘There is no one who could
have told him this. "
No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, and he
fainted. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. ’
The lad Kimble moved swiftly to the door and walked out of the room. You didn’t see me fall into a swoon when you cursed just now, did
you?’
‘I’m beginning to doubt if anything less than a sledgehammer would send you
into a swoon,’ Gerald retorted.
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