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"Oh, that!" she said, with a deprecating gesture. Then, when the tension was getting unendurable, and she was on the verge of
speaking to some casual passer-by and demanding help, her follower vanished. ”
She lifted her eyebrows. . ‘But who was he, Gerald?’
‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to
the days of grand Rome herself. “I was really interested in his stuff. "Dear me!" she added, as she
pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. The swelling in his limbs had also subsided. On the present occasion, in anticipation of Mr. The clock struck half-past ten. ’
‘Don’t count on it. ”
The change in Lady Ferringhall’s manner was subtle but unmistakable.
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