‘I’m taking you to Gerald, my girl. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. That is why I came to London. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely.
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