Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed. He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. McClintock.
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