Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. The mummies were tossed into the collection. With a little sigh of happiness she accepted this new thing. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. In vain Wood protested his innocence. You Americans laugh at our custom of honouring our ancestors, our many-times great grandfathers.
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