Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. A phase of mental activity that men called courage: to summon at will this energy which barred the ingress of the long cold fingers of fear, which cleared the throat of stuffiness and kept the glance level and ever forward. They WERE weird. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. ’ ‘Unfair!’ echoed his junior.
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