The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought.
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