Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong enough to proceed upon his journey. And yet to Spurlock it was only the title of a story he would some day write. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home. “It is about your sister, Lady Ferringhall. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said.
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