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Farnol, Jeffery, 1878-1952

"My Lady Caprice"

Selwyn!" I said as I overtook them, "so you have found him,
have you?" Mr. Selwyn turned to regard me, surprise writ large upon
him, from the points of his immaculate, patent-leather shoes, to the
parting of his no less immaculate hair.
"So very good of you," I continued; "you see he is such a difficult
object to recover when once he gets mislaid; really, I'm awfully
obliged." Mr. Selwyn's attitude was politely formal. He bowed.
"What is it to-night," he inquired, "pirates?"
"Hardly so bad as that," I returned; "to-night the air is full of
the clash of armour and the ring of steel; if you do not hear it
that is not our fault."
"An' the woods are full of caddish barons and caitiff knaves, you
know, aren't they, Uncle Dick?"
"Certainly," I nodded, with lance and spear-point twinkling through
the gloom, but in the silver glory of the moon, Mr. Selwyn, walk
errant damozels and ladyes faire, and again, if you don't see them,
the loss is yours." As I spoke, away upon the terrace a grey shadow
paused a moment ere it was swallowed in the brilliance of the
ball-room; seeing which I did not mind the slightly superior smile
that curved Mr.


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