Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. As if we didn’t know! The practical trouble is our ages. . Montressor’s guests were. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. "Will you take a guinea for it?" "Double that sum might tempt me," replied the Jew; "it's a nobleman's coat, upon my shoul!" "Here's the money," replied Jack, taking the coat. You do not believe his statement?" "I do not," replied Winifred. ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend.
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