But there
was no sign from her. Squire and master. Before there is any change, any real change, I shall be dead—dead—dead and
finished—two hundred years!. Do anything to please you, Vee. She could accord her father with one grace: he was not in any
manner a hypocrite. Even so much allusion as this to that
family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. He's
got the gift of the gab. ‘And this is where you have been
all the time?’
‘I would have been back in a day, I promise you. They would arrest him for the French spy they had
thought her at first. He went on with his song, accompanying it
with the most ridiculous grimaces:
"When years were gone by, she began to rue
Her love for the gentleman, (meaning you!)
'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she,
'But where is my gallant of high degree?
Where! where!
Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?'
Ho! ho! ho!"
"What are you doing here!" demanded Thames. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE5MS41OS4xMDIgLSAyMS0wNy0yMDI0IDIwOjMzOjQ1IC0gOTM1NTYzMTM=
This video was uploaded to golfrealestateonline.com on 19-07-2024 12:30:00