“You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. And it's uncanny. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. ‘Though he didn’t mean it. Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all at the club. She declined and finished with a few of her favorite excerpts from Scheherazade.
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