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It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. ‘You obstinate little devil. I like high tone for a flourish and stars and ideas; but I want my things. I'd do anything for Thames Darrell. They reached Wimbledon, and Ramage whipped out to hand Miss Stanley to the platform as though she had been a duchess, and she descended as though such attentions from middle-aged, but still gallant, merchants were a matter of course. Men of action by the scarlet coats with their grey facings—insignia of the county militia. “You, too,” he said abruptly.
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