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“My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. "I guessed what was coming. He had his sections of the Siegfried map folded in his pocket, and he squatted up with his legs crossed like an Indian idol while she lay prone beside him and followed every movement of his indicatory finger. You couldn’t help it. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. Imitating the example of Mr. F. I don’t conceal it. “Oh, you can act!” she cried. A neat tale, giving little away. 1.
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