“A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?” “Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very egotistical. Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock. “And what was that dreadful confession you had to make?” he was saying. ’ Total bullshit, if you ask me. ’ ‘I dare say you do,’ said the general, grim satisfaction overtaking his anger as his prophesy proved accurate. But not a word to him of Lady Trafford's absence—mind that.
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