“I came to London unexpectedly, and my friends could not take me in. With a cry of distress, she dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden.
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