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But it was only six-thirty. They left the castle that day for another, packing with them the leftovers of the troupe that followed them from place to place, never asking about the occasional disappearance of one of its unlucky members. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. . He had done it. He, for his part, was trying to grasp the series of unexpected reactions that had so wrecked their tete-a-tete. The plank hung over his head. “I wonder,” said Ramage, “that more girls don’t think as you do and want to strike out in the world. My business is with Lady Trafford. And you are something of a heroine, too. “He dissembles,” he said. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. His instinct was in the direction of considering his daughters his absolute property, bound to obey him, his to give away or his to keep to be a comfort in his declining years just as he thought fit. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground.
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