Let’s face it, she hates Missy’s guts. Two or three podgy-looking old men with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been tramping half over London since breakfast time. Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint. All alone; and nobody cared whether he lived or died. And, in addition, she was now seeing and talking to Ramage almost weekly, on a theory which she took very gravely, that they were exceptionally friends.
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