‘Tell me, my boy. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. As she came close, he took a pace forward and seized her from behind, one strong arm clamping her tight against his chest, the free hand seizing her about the mouth, stifling the cry that gurgled in her throat. “But you’re wrong. . Ramage.
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