His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. She was quite the rage, in a small way, you know. ” “Of course,” he said, reaching out his hand tentatively for his hat, “I could go away even now. After that night she made it a habit. She was finally dead, going to Hell. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely mutilated. Last night Mr. ’ The lady stamped her foot. Chapter XXI HER SISTER’S SECRET “I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. . My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning. “Surely!” he remarked, with an expression of worried appeal.
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