4 \"No thanks. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. Aware of Quilt Arnold's mode of proceeding, Jack instantly dismounted, and, instead of knocking, opened the door with the pass-key. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. "There's an old proverb," continued Wood, rising and walking towards the fire, "which says,—'Put another man's child in your bosom, and he'll creep out at your elbow. Once they were below, McClintock turned upon the doctor. Doubts began to rise up all about her, plucking at her confidence. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big house at the end of the Avenue. She no longer felt sick or dizzy, her muscles returned to a relaxed, supple state.
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