Had it come already?
Chapter XXVII
JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN
“Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. Shamefaced
curiosities began to come back into her mind, thinly disguised as literature and
art. Soon they came to treat Lucy almost as mother,
pulling hard at her brown curls and laughing delightedly
as they sprang back into their spiral shape. Ramage’s bitterness passed as abruptly as his aggression. ”
“And if you are a millionaire like Drummond,” someone remarked, “you send
round a note and ask her to come out to supper. After that night she made it a habit. The lights rolled over, and were
extinguished. A message was dispatched from Florence that she was
to again receive her future husband. He was a tall man and fair, with bluish eyes that were rather protuberant, and
long white hands of which he made a display. That there gatekeeper would’ve
called them out again. “Very well,” said her father. What gave the puzzling
twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. The word of a
Chinaman; he had given it, so he must abide. Having no means of defence, Sir Rowland cleared the blood from his vision;
and, turning to see whether there was any means of escape, he descried the open
door behind him leading to the Well Hole, and instantly darted through it.
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