Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. ’ ‘But me, I am not very good with accepting,’ Melusine said bitterly over her shoulder. . These were yarns! As he was about to slip the manuscripts into the envelope, something caught his eye: by Howard Spurlock. The poor things! Oh, it was quite dreadful.
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