The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. He had already spoken his mind on the folly of allowing a clearly dangerous female to escape a second time. While this was passing, Jonathan had ridden back to Marvel to tell him that all was ready, and to give him his last instructions. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall.
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