Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. “Do you mind if I tweeze your eyebrows?” Shari asked her. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a single ray of daylight. She had never understood how much knowledge had been kept from her because she was a woman and even began to doubt the methods of the Church, something she never would have dared before. The country was partitioned in a similar manner. " "It must be restored instantly,—be the consequences what they may. “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said.
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