Chapter XXII
AN OLD FOOL
Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. His gaze dropped to the black garment
that covered her. \"Good morning, Lucy\". “Thank you, ma’am. They looked out over the city, grim and silent now,
for it was long past midnight. She’s
hated me for no apparent reason ever since Fourth
Grade. Mr. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit
of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,—
tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he
had left unbroken in the chapel. She went to market every day to fetch the daily bread
and more herbs for more medicines and potions, plus
treats for the apprentices made of honey and almond
paste. . "It is an ordinary wedding," he added;
"some shopkeeper's daughter. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on
her cheeks. The poor boy, imagining things! "That's want of
substantial food.
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