” The official had no more to say. “So she must have had you fairly young, right?” Lucy nodded again. "I feel guilty, going away and leaving that ignorant child; but our days have been so planned that we dare not change the schedule. ” “Come on! Why not?” “So I can spend more time with you, of course. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. Directly he saw Anna he accosted her. ’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. ‘But only think, Hilary,’ Lucy protested, evidently too involved in her theory to waste time in scolding. She did not see Sebastian turn towards the boy and his family, but every hair on the back of her neck stood up rigidly. Then pain entered their depths. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. Ah Cum, sensing the difficulty, approached, recovered the damp handkerchief and returned it. Collins, you can go now.
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