Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. “It’s the spring,” he said. But as she got out of the train at Morningside Park Station she had a shock. “Really it is very kind of you to have found me out. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. ‘Trespasses,’ supplied Gerald. He was all alone, like herself.
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