And, though it's a long time ago, I feel as sore on the subject as ever. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. "Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow.
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