Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. Manning, all this sort of thing is very well as sentiment, but does it correspond with the realities? Are women truly such angelic things and men so chivalrous? You men have, I know, meant to make us Queens and Goddesses, but in practice—well, look, for example, at the stream of girls one meets going to work of a morning, round-shouldered, cheap, and underfed! They aren’t queens, and no one is treating them as queens. ’ ‘Only in hot blood, eh?’ grinned Gerald. John moved closer to her, getting up from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench where she sat. ’ ‘What?’ gasped Gerald, shocked. ’ ‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. She made me over. Love…. Fifty in advance. " The stranger smiled incredulously. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked.
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