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. Michelle looked at their reflections in the wall mirror. "Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he advanced. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. Sometimes a whole morning would pass without Spurlock uttering a word beyond the request for a drink of water. “I thought you wanted to have a talk to me,” she said. Chapter XVII THE CHANGE IN “ALCIDE” “By-the-bye,” his neighbour asked him languidly, “who is our hostess?” “Usually known, I believe, as Lady Ferringhall,” Ennison answered, “unless I have mixed up my engagement list and come to the wrong house. ‘Ah, grandpére.
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