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He was not a
sailor. But
you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county
magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he
aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor—
James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. ”
“I am coming with you,” he said firmly. “But if you knew anything of that—”
“I did. Haven’t I shown you over and over again that I mean you no
harm? What do I have to do?’
‘You can go away and leave me to my affairs,’ she threw at him. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see
properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes
framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue
eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that much in my entire
life, Lucy, and that’s saying something. ”
162
“Mmmm-hmmm.
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