“You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. Now I have done something for which you might be pardoned if you did kill me. ” “This,” Anna declared, as she sipped her wine and looked around her, “reminds me more of Paris than any place I have yet seen. “I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. What a heat that news had wrought. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project.
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