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’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. Worse than any man. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer. But she perceived that to tell Manning of her Ramage adventures as they had happened would be like tarring figures upon a water-color. Fifty sent home. Miss Annabel is her sister. There is no poison that would affect her. There was a confused impression of livery carriages and whips with white favors, people fussily wanting other people to get in before them, and then the church. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment.
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