207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. Entering the outer gate, and traversing the broad gravel walk before-mentioned, Jack ascended the steps, and was admitted, on feeing the porter, by another iron gate, into the hospital. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. "It seems like six long months to me. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side.
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