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. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. It would have been better had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. But the possible attitude of her father she had still to face. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. The two lovers sat together, and their sole discourse turned upon Jack and his ill-fated mother. "—An answer for which he was immediately reprimanded by the court.
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