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Mounting the door he had last opened, he placed his hands on the wall above, and quickly drew himself up. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. 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. "Be still!" "Oh, come along! I've just got to have my muck bath. "You're on," said O'Higgins. "The nurses," she answered.
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