Only last night she saw me, and there was horror in her eyes. I've come all these miles for this young fellow; but I don't
cotton to the idea of lallygagging four weeks in this burg. But
you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county
magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he
aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor—
James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. ”
She rested the firing end of the cannon against her
own temple. The girl was pretty, and apparently a
lady. . ”
“I want you to turn me. “For nothing, do you call it?” he declared. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and
smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips.
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