Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied. ’ ‘How can you possibly enquire for her?’ demanded Hilary acidly. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall.
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