Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. She left for good after he fell asleep. "Mr. . I don't know; I really don't know," she found herself repeating. ‘That’s my pet name. ” They passed out on to the pavement, and the commissionaire called a hansom. She had no intention whatsoever of spending her life in a convent, but that was not his affair.
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