He left his companion in the midst of a glowing eulogy of Bastien Leparge, and boldly intercepted his hostess as she moved from one group to join another. She glanced at the Frenchman, and found him struggling with the portrait that was embedded around his scalp. ’ Then she frowned. " "And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late," observed the Master. Take care he don't see you,—and bring me word where he goes, and what he does. He has a grand time. John looked at his feet bashfully. I thank God for the very skin that is peeling from your nose, for all things great and small that make us what we are. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side.
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