‘I am saying so,’ protested Gerald mildly. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. ‘And I am thinking now that you may be very suitable. How could she tell him what indeed already began to puzzle herself, why she had borrowed that money at all? The plain fact was that she had grabbed a bait. Afterwards she hunted up the article in question, and it seemed to her quite delightfully written and argued. Fearful that she had given herself away, she sank back down onto her stool. You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy.
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