’ ‘Good. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. 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. It is not a dissipated face. But he had shown no desire for information, no curiosity. He scooped up Michelle’s unconscious body. ” “Dear me,” Anna laughed, “how unfortunate! What ought I to do? Should I be forgiven, do you think, if I were to go and hold that skein of wool for the old lady in the yellow cap?” “Don’t speak of her irreverently,” Brendon said, in an awed whisper. ” He paced the room for a minute or two restlessly. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side.
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