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Wood's displeasure; and he was the more readily induced to do this, as the conversation began to turn upon his own affairs. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. My only love is for my poor lost son. The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look. “He fell over at my feet,” she continued. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. " Spurlock turned his dull eyes and tried to focus hers. The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves.
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