Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. ‘Merci, dieu. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. This obstacle, which appeared to preclude the possibility of egress in that quarter, was speedily got rid of. Come along, master. “This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. ‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. ” “I believe you,” she murmured. Pshaw!" added he, making an effort to subdue his emotion, "I can't leave you in this way. He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. ” Lucy said. I'll keep a look out that nothing happens.
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