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‘I am Major Gerald Alderley of the West
Kent Militia. "If so, it
won't pay. "You had better let me convey her to Dollis Hill," he said. It has come,—and sooner than you expected. My
name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Taber returning. It is like a
second honeymoon. There were moments when she doubted whether the whole mass
of movements and societies and gatherings and talks was not simply one
coherent spectacle of failure protecting itself from abjection by the glamour of
its own assertions. ’
‘Ain’t it? Want me to give you some time with her? Not that I think she’ll tell
you anything. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his
chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. Gerald realised Lucy had taken the hint, for she dragged her betrothed towards
the door. ‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile. On the contrary, he was a universal favourite,
and numbered amongst his intimate acquaintances the choicest spirits of the
time,—Pope, Swift, Arbuthnot, and "all the better brothers. ’
‘Believe me, she wouldn’t have cared.
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