Wood's cries:
but, regardless of this, he darted along a passage, gained the shop, and passed
through an open door into the street. The lady, who was indeed stunning, Gerald suddenly realised, said never a
word. Chapter XXII
AN OLD FOOL
Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal—
and they’re no good. She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against
continual failure was at an end. She was the first to hear another car
approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an
elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the
weekend. Men were going
hither and thither with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish,
and trying to support the tottering habitations. "No, I shan't," replied Rachel, saucily. ”
Courtlaw seemed about to say something.
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