[The Ivory Child by H. Rider Haggard]@TWC D-Link bookThe Ivory Child CHAPTER I 7/18
Then suddenly that "h" would appear or disappear, and the illusion was over.
It was like a sudden shock of cold water down the back.
I never discovered the origin of his family; it was a matter of which he did not speak, perhaps because he was vague about it himself; but if an earl of Norman blood had married a handsome Cockney kitchenmaid of native ability, I can quite imagine that Samuel Savage might have been a child of the union. For the rest he was a good man and a faithful one, for whom I have a high respect. On this occasion he conducted us round the castle, or, rather, its more public rooms, showing us many treasures and, I should think, at least two hundred pictures by eminent and departed artists, which gave him an opportunity of exhibiting a peculiar, if somewhat erratic, knowledge of history.
To tell the truth, I began to wish that it were a little less full in detail, since on a December day those large apartments felt uncommonly cold.
Scroope and Miss Manners seemed to keep warm, perhaps with the inward fires of mutual admiration, but as I had no one to admire except Mr.Savage, a temperature of about 35 degrees produced its natural effect upon me. At length we took a short cut from the large to the little gallery through a warmed and comfortable room, which I understood was Lord Ragnall's study.
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