- “Are you going to let me go and make my fortunre — our fortune?”
- Madame de Pastourelles sat as still as she could, her thin, numbed fingers lightly crossed on her lap
- With dry, reddened eyes, she stared at the portrait of the woman who must have stolen John from her
- ‘By Jove!’ he said, presently. ‘By Jove! — that'll do’.
Ward, Mrs, Humphry. Fenwick's Career. New York and London: Harper Brothers, 1906.
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