Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. No, don’t let me call myself that. Gradually McClintock shifted the burden to Spurlock's shoulders and retired among his books and music rolls. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. ‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me. It was equally as beautiful but not quite so fine as the daughter's.
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