Chapter XXII
AN OLD FOOL
Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. If there’s any one here
whom you have not met I will make you acquainted with them after dinner. Her hair
was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode;
and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. Annabel, I cannot
believe it. This time he couldn't get far. Both carried packages of books
and magazines. The longing to talk to someone! But in the end
she had gone to her room without giving in to the craving. He did not know what her game was, although he had a shrewd suspicion that
she had been co-opted into it by her supposed husband, the soi-disant Valade. If I did not love you so much I believe I could
win you by sheer force of character, for people tell me I am naturally of the
dominating type. "Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he
has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory.
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