I went off to round up his wife. He sat on the bed, throwing
aside his hat. And I have
made such arrangements that at my decease tardy justice will be done my injured
nephew. Cathy reached out and
touched Lucy’s chin with her two fingers, gently
commanding her attention. ”
Mrs. I should have thought my note cleared up
everything. Is this a reason?’
‘Not good enough? Now I had every hope that it would appeal to you. ”
“Never for a second. 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. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah,
but that had been after he had played for her.
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