Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. I'll forgive him if he does. ’ He stared at the point, glanced at the fallen sword imprisoned by her foot, and only just looked back at her weapon in time to see it thrust at him again. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. Probably he has something to say and can't say it, or he writes well about nothing. Lucy grabbed its handle, her broken bones mending inside her causing her to wince in pain.
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