"Hist!" cried Rowland, arresting his comrade. 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. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door. “I don’t see why I should take it secondhand. On gaining a stack of chimneys at the back of the house, he came to a pause, and again unmasked his lantern. ” “You are,” he answered unconsciously.
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