Inside was Anna, leaning a little forward to watch the passers-by, bright-eyed, full to the brim of the insatiable curiosity of youth—the desire to understand and appreciate this new world in which she found herself. CHAPTER III. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. He uttered a short laugh. She hesitated. ’ ‘I thought so,’ Gerald said with satisfaction. “There is something to be said for the lady-like theory after all,” she admitted. “You are not content then with stealing from me my name. Fritz flailed against his mother wildly, crying generous tears.
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