. Shotbolt?" asked Austin. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. We are expecting a visit from Sir John Ferringhall at any moment. His face, as he looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it. Always remember that. . There it is. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. ’ Gerald sighed. She would have just to keep the fifteen pounds until she could make it twenty.
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