Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. ” “When?” “At tea. You're in luck to-night, widow.
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