Melusine sighed with relief at being alone at last and free to resume her search among the portraits. It is better to face the truth. That is what they call these aristocratic refugees, the English. “I’d never have a day of peace again, John. Capes stood beside Miss Stanley, who was beaming unnaturally, and Mr. I hope we may never find her again. Sebastian became furious and would have killed the man had he not been drafted into battle within the week. Well, if she survives the accident—as the blood, who styles himself Sir Cecil, fancies she may do—this ring will make my fortune by leading to the discovery of the chief parties concerned in this strange affair. Swiftly following the sound of knocking, she crossed right and passed through a door near the windows—and found herself in the bookroom. It was empty. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side.
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