Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. They proved all sorts of things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work. Every article in the trunk was fully known to her, through a recounting of the list by the doctor. " Spurlock, who was absorbing this talk thirstily, laughed. How many ends had he? Well, she must cease to trouble herself for this imbecile, whom it would give her very much pleasure to shoot. " "Impossible," replied Sheppard, in the same tone. . She had not at first the power for concealment. But I do not even care if I am absurd. Chapter XXI HER SISTER’S SECRET “I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly.
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