Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. “By-the-bye, Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “do you know that I am a very great admirer of your sister’s? I wonder if she has ever spoken to you of me. I’m a man, and I know what I mean. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. “I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. ” There was silence between them.
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