Chapter XXII
AN OLD FOOL
Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. 1. Her two new
friends did their best to entertain her. Wild himself if I met him," retorted Jack. I am a little afraid. His own heart was too full of melancholy foreboding. If an
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are removed. He could not pull her soul apart now to
satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he
had put her outside that circle. "At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by
whom he was brought up. "Thank you, sir," said Spurlock, holding out his hand. ’
‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. It belonged to his
father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered.
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