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Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. Here was one of those Americans who would make him breathless before sundown. It is abominable—” “What is the use of keeping up this note of indignation, Ann Veronica? Here I am! I am your lover, burning for you. " "Oh!" exclaimed the widow, covering her face with her hands. He too looked at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her again through his eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and finally came to a dead stop. ” “It’s very kind of you—” began Ann Veronica. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly.
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