Chapter XXI HER SISTER’S SECRET “I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still worse upon her mind. Wood, sharply. “I want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea. "Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale. ” He leaned back for his soup. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. Sheppard, "and am most grateful for your offer. Then he looked towards his granddaughter once more, who had flounced away to the window at her greataunt’s interruption. ’ ‘I don’t even know your granddaughter, ma’am.
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