“Not much. You need fear no interruption from him, or any of his
myrmidons. For a time he heard no
more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that
filled half a column of the Times that day. “Lady Ferringhall, sir. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. “How old are you?\"
He looked at her engagingly. The Iron Bar
397
XVIII. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant
inspection, worried her. ” On the inside she felt her muscles
loosen with relief. She was reasonably
certain why. 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. "
"Constance alive? Impossible!" ejaculated Trenchard. 1.
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