“I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that. He opened the drawer of the writing table. And yet the moment I am safely out of the way you are content to dress yourself in my rags, to go and get yourself popular and admired and successful, all on my reputation. ’ Trodger had started towards the stairs, signing to his men to get behind the lady. Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's. " "The White Hollyhock would fit her better. ” “John, do you remember me at all?” “Lucy?!” He cried in disbelief.
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