Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. I will never consent till I see him.
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