Well, I was all for dragging in Bow Street there and then, and getting the pair of those fraudsters thrown in gaol. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. If you don’t eat humble-pie now you may live to fare worse later. Even he was not oblivious to it, and after about two minutes of awkward French kissing, he pulled away. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend.
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