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” “Don’t worry yourself. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet. Cast off this weakness. Then Ramage appeared with effusion, and ushered her into his inner apartment. "Restore it," he cried, in an authoritative voice. ” “It might become one,” he answered. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor. His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour. He did his best not to grin. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them.
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