Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. ‘Why did you bring him? I hate him. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. Mother! do you know what you do? Would you sell yourself to this fiend?" "I would sell myself, body and soul, to save you," rejoined his mother, bursting from his grasp. " "You terrify me," cried Mrs. “Read this, John. ” Lucy rubbed Michelle on the shoulder. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. . A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm collection. .
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