” “Lady Ferringhall—alone?” Ennison exclaimed. ‘Gerald, what have you been about? Dorothée tells me that you were flirting outrageously with Madame Valade on Monday night. Either she had been seen, or they were seeking the air. Montressor’s guests. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. Here, Peter," he added to a curly-headed lad, who was playing on one of the grassy tombs, "ask your father to step this way.
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