He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. But at last this ordeal was over, and Ramage opened the door. But he told me this much, that no matter how far Mr.
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