Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. His complexion was pale; and there was something sinister
in the expression of his large black eyes. But
you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county
magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he
aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor—
James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. 76
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A SEDUCTION, PART ONE
Sebastian had loved to kiss her for hours. She drank her glass of wine,
however, and clanked glasses good-naturedly with Mr. "I had no thought of injuring your wife,
and would have died rather than commit so foul a crime. Poor Ben
was not so fortunate. “Surely Lady Ennison would object, even if it
were possible. "Ay, ay," rejoined Sheppard; "he may do what he pleases,—hang me, if he thinks
proper,—if you wish it. "It's scarcely necessary," replied Wild; "however, if you require it, certainly. We’re hard stuff!”
Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me
like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have
done.
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