” Anna’s demeanour was still imperturbable, her marble pallor untinged by the slightest flush of colour. 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. . " "How?" "Listen to me, Thames. Melusine cursed herself for his injury. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. But just now there is nothing which you or anybody can do. Just now my best ones are all taken. ‘You are jealous!’ ‘Yes,’ he agreed simply.
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