Paris looms behind—a tragedy of strange recollections—here she emerges Phœnix-like, subtly developed, a flawless woman, beautiful, self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all others beside her seem plain or vulgar. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be Capes’ friend. You can test it out on us this Thanksgiving Sunday. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. “I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe. Stay! I'll go myself.
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