‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. The soldiers! They must not find her here. Will you let me go out of this room?” “No,” cried Ramage; “hear me out! I’ll have that satisfaction, anyhow. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. This is grace I am saying! Oh! my dear! all the joy and weeping of life are mixed in me now and all the gratitude. I meant to give him a drubbing. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism. Does it?” “I think it does. A medley of motives warred in her, and it was certainly not one of the least of these that she knew herself to be passionately in love with Capes; at moments she had a giddy intimation that he was beginning to feel keenly interested in her.
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