She answered weakly, “I’m fine, John. Wild," said Sheppard. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. ’ Gerald seized on this. Hitherto in the world’s history there had been precursors of this Progress at great intervals, voices that had spoken and ceased, but now it was all coming on together in a rush. He barely shook the rose petals from her hair. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. He is steeped in the conventions. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked. Could she go through with it? She must. He'll be able to help us a little now. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago.
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