” “I am going to ask more than a favour,” she said slowly. ” He was a little uneasy. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. ‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation. Sir John felt that after all forty-five was not so very old. " "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames. There were menacing possibilities; the thought of them set him a-tremble. See!" she added, tearing the rag from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. . .
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