\" He looked crestfallen. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her life. . The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. “No,” she answered. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. ” “There is something mystical and wonderful about all human beings.
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