“If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. She brought her hands up to her head and ripped out two long chunks of her hair, pulling out shreds of scalp. Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with the sacred volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. ‘It is nothing at all of the kind. Mrs. Chapter XXI HER SISTER’S SECRET “I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly.
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