Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. And now for the fawney— the ring I mean. ‘I knew it. Her natural instincts reasserted themselves. The thing is done. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?” He got up and began to pace the room. She took hand cannon and began to arm it.
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