Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. . "Don't you perceive, my dear Mrs. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. He was about to cut the sergeant short, when his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his eyes shifting as if he sought something out. " "Possibly not," replied Thames, in some confusion; "but I am not at liberty to speak. She held out her hand for it, but Gerald smiled.
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