” She set the letter down, and drew from her pocket another with a foreign post mark which had come the day before. Stanley took mustard savagely. For the first time that day, she was finally able to look into his face. . . “I’ve got nothing in the world to pack with except a toy size portmanteau. In her usual style, she interviewed him for his life and was pleased that he liked nothing more than to talk about himself. We are expecting a visit from Sir John Ferringhall at any moment. With me behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose.
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