Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. ‘That’s a loud one. Uttering a terrible imprecation, Blueskin placed the knife between his teeth, and endeavoured to seize the poor woman by the throat. “I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. ‘Precisely. "Tomorrow I shall have a visitor. “Where to?” he asked, as the hansom drove up. He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. If she spoke to a policeman she did not know what would ensue. “The real reason why I am out of place here,” she said, “is because I like men.
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