The carte de jour was before Monsieur. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. "Get up, then," said Jack, freeing his foot from the stirrup. "I don't see how you do it, Hoddy. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music.
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