Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. She passed down the stairs and into the street. ’ ‘But I find it was extremely kind of him,’ protested Melusine, ‘and since it is that he is not any more under arrest—’ ‘No, he ain’t,’ interrupted Trodger in some dudgeon. ” She covered her face with her hands. As for the doctor, he found a pleasure in this service that would have puzzled him had he paused to analyse it. She watched for five minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest, past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign. This was irregular. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. " "I'll never understand.
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