David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. “You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried. She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. "I was only commenting. “By-the-bye,” he said, presently, “your sister was married to old Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t she? I saw the notice in the papers. ” “I sent a telegram to say I was all right. By instinct. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance. “Just remember, I have to make this up to you. "You dropped this, sir. But Gerald took it for the routine interest in an eligible bachelor, although he was aware many females had an eye for scarlet regimentals.
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