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She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. “Come, daddy,” said Ann Veronica, following her husband and Miss Stanley; and in the fulness of her heart she gave a friendly squeeze to the parental arm. “Quite unusually cold for the time of year,” he said. E. ‘But I am perfectly serious,’ he returned in a voice of protest. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden.
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