Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. ‘It is that he needed me for his lie, no?’ Melusine said, striving to control the quiver in her voice. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. When he returned from pissing, he sat down with her. “A thick-set, coarse-looking young man, Anna!” she exclaimed in a hoarse excited whisper.
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