“She wasn’t sane, my wife. Stanley almost liked Ramage. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. She glanced at the Frenchman, and found him struggling with the portrait that was embedded around his scalp.
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