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The man’s passion was infectious. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. “Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. At the bottom of her heart she was not a bit afraid of Ramage. And this is not France, you understand. She was inclined to think that perhaps for a girl the converse of his method was the case; an older man, a man beyond the range of anything “nonsensical,” was, perhaps, the most interesting sort of friend one could meet. “Come in here a moment, will you, Blanche,” he said. She calls him a pig, and she says he ain’t Valade.
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