She should have slapped him but she was in shock at her own thoughts of lust that arose. "I am glad you think that," she replied. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. I suppose it is the mirrors and decorations. It looked as if it had taken its world for granted and prospered on that assumption—a world in which children were trained to obey their elders and the wills of women over-ruled as a matter of course.
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