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That old chap has a remarkable range in reading. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. He shuddered. ” He said. I will give you all some tea, and then I must leave you for a few minutes. And when I have steeped him to the lips in vice and depravity; when I have led him to the commission of every crime; when there is neither retreat nor advance for him; when he has plundered his benefactor, and broken the heart of his mother—then—but not till then, I will consign him to the fate to which I consigned his father. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father. Or appeared to do so.
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