She took up a book and threw it down again. I don't care how soon he learns that he has lost his adopted son. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. ‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating. The significance of the kiss was still obscure to her, though she had frequently encountered the word and act in the Old and New Testaments and latterly in novels. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. The simile started a laugh in his throat. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. Wood turned to look at him. It is very sweet of you to have waited for me. 2. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. Had to. Why should you want to shield him?" "I really don't know.
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