Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. ’ ‘I thought so,’ Gerald said with satisfaction. If this girl hadn't busted into the game, Spurlock would still be at the hotel. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. “Here,” he said, “is this Blau See, and here we rest until to-morrow. "Of course," responded the widow, heaving a deep sigh. It was Ennison who for the rest of his visit was quiet and subdued. Laughed at me, then. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. ” “Thanks, honey.
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