He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of convalescence. ‘May I, indeed? I’ll take you up on that. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. ‘As for an heir, I have Alderley cousins enough. His glance came up again and met hers.
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