CHAPTER XXI. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. “One can talk without undertones, so to speak,” said Ramage. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. I am almost old enough to be your father. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. Thank you for walking me home the other day. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. Sir Rowland is one of us," he added, winking at his companions, "and so was his brother-in-law, Sir Cecil Trafford.
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