Chapter XXI HER SISTER’S SECRET “I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that somewhere near to me. "Gone," replied the wounded man. It was something that Sebastian had refused to do, a lifestyle that he placed himself above. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. Girls screamed in chorus. Unexpectedly he found himself speeding toward the father. And not a worthy tome in sight.
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