Clotilde announced that she would not be back and she was taking Fritz and Anna forever. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost.
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