Wait!"
He released himself from his aunt's embrace, ran to the trunk and fetched the old
coat. You are nothing of the sort. Ogilvy was full of a client’s trouble in that matter, a
grave and even tragic trouble. The Becks were the best foster family that she had ever
had. Observe it—a blue-serge coat. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your
hand and grip your fingers upon it. Courtlaw might have been able to give
me an idea where to stop. It was a moment or two before Gerald, opening his eyes on the girl’s
astounded expression, recollected himself sufficiently to pull out of the
extraordinary impact she’d had on him. ”
“It is ironic that you say that, John, for it is I who am
afraid of you. The woman shrugged her shoulders. 1. Shall I send him to Sir John?”
Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. There was a discreet knocking at the door, and Ramage’s face changed. ’
‘Oh, don’t you?’ Gerald said grimly.
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