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Chapter 22
Chapter 22 After his first glance at Sir Timothy, Francis’ only thought was for Margaret. To his intense relief, she showed no signs whatever of terror, or of any relapse to her former state. She was entirely mistress of herself and the occasion. Sir Timothy’s face was cold and terrible. “I must apologise for this second intrusion, Mr. Ledsam,” he said cuttingly. “I think you will admit that the circumstances warrant it. Am I to understand that you lied to me this morning?” “You are to understand nothing of the sort,” Francis answered. “I told you everything I knew at that time of your daughter’s movements.” “Indeed!” Sir Timothy murmured. “This little banquet, then, was unpremeditated?” “Entirely,” Francis replied. “Here is the exact truth, so far as I am concerned. I met
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