Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. "Help!—help, Mr. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. He laughed suddenly, and released her. ” “Surely,” he protested, “the change is all in favour of your own inclinations. ‘Did I say so? When last heard from you were claiming some good English name. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you.
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