Of course she had often heard sailors hammering out their ditties. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. She had denied it with vigor, and here she was! She did not so much exhaust this general question as pass from it to her insoluble individual problem again: “What am I to do?” She wanted first of all to fling the forty pounds back into Ramage’s face. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to allay. "Mercy on us! what have I said!" cried the attendant, greatly alarmed by the agitation of her mistress; "do sit down, your ladyship, while I run for the ratifia and rosa solis. Now, he must have folks somewhere.
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