CHAPTER IV. Capes sat down in the armchair beside her. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame. " "A terrible dream, indeed," said Jonathan thoughtfully. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. She had come to despise those who were fertile out of pure jealousy, but could not admit it to herself. He has no imagination, no real generosity. ” “You have not seen the evening paper?” “No. I must not let you go again. What was the objection? She found it impossible to look her own diffidence in the face. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it.
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