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‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. You may enjoy your pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. “Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks. It goes to my heart to disappoint you, but this thing must not be. If she mentioned Ramage he might have a fit—anything might happen. “This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence. “I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. “Well?” “You and all the rest of them are always lamenting that I do not marry. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. At Boulogne they took train to Basle; next morning they breakfasted together in the buffet of that station, and thence they caught the Interlaken express, and so went by way of Spies to Frutigen.
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