‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. She caught her finger in the lock and had to ask him to help pry it out. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. “Lady Ferringhall, sir. Now, more and more, we’re going to be interested in them, to be curious about them and—quite mildly-experimental with them. ‘You dare to come to me? What do you wish of me? Why have you come? I do not want you!’ She swept round on Gerald abruptly and he braced for the onslaught. ’ Roding’s voice changed. ‘Jacques?’ she called. C.
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