Chapter XXI HER SISTER’S SECRET “I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. If he dies she is safe. Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. But, what is it! What did you promise?" "To offer you my heart, my hand, my life," replied Kneebone, falling at her feet. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. ” Lucy chuckled at the sacrilegious comment, though it was a very old one.
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