Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. “No, John, you won’t understand. My foster mom works there as a second job. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. Come now, I am very glad to see you again so soon, mademoiselle whatever-your-name-is. .
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