. She despises me, I suppose. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. ‘Never mind that now. Ramage,” she said, “I can’t—Not now. Morgan the trader did not haggle over the pearls, but gave me at once what he judged a fair price. Then he lifted the black cloak-like garment from the floor.
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