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When they were going home she asked her mother why she and Gwen and Alice had cried. The man’s as obstinate as a mule. ‘Certainly you may have me under guard. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. ’ Still no response. If she returns to the house from which we took her, her companions will laugh at her and smother her with ridicule. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. “You are late,” she murmured.
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