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Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and
soda, and lit a cigarette. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. How can he help you?”
She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his
heart beat to music. You promise me you’ll never
grow old, you hear?”
“I promise. “By Jove!” he
broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. Immortal! You were
in the beginning, and all the men in the world who have known what love is
have worshipped at your feet.
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