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Her father’s peculiar stiffness of soul presented itself now as something altogether left out of the calculations upon which her plans were based, and, in particular, she had not anticipated the difficulty she would find in borrowing the forty pounds she needed for Ramage. He went over her features one by one in his mind. ‘I want a word with you, my lad. (What was the name he had given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be a bundle of colours. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. If I were Mr.
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