Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. “Broken-in people! I suppose the world is just all egotistical children and broken-in people. ’ ‘Lord, man, it’s only a scratch!’ Suddenly Gerald snapped his fingers. A girl of fifteen or sixteen gave her a handbill that she regarded as a tract until she saw “Votes for Women” at the top. She felt pride sashay into her thoughts. “Fancy stabbing a man for jealousy!” she thought. The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. ” “I can’t be portentous, dear, when you’re about. Taber? There is a possibility. And, for one expedition at least, we will go up this desolate valley here to Mattmark, and so on to Monte Moro. ” She side-stepped into his living room from behind a square white column. She could hear the bell tinkle as the horse shook its head.
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