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” “It is my wish to be alone,” she said wearily. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. He’s riding down the drive. Amongst others, a person near the door, roused by the shriek, observed a man make his exit with the utmost precipitation. Who invented them? Nobody knows. But she felt his lax figure become rigid. This request, however, was refused; and he was told that the only way in which he could entitle himself to his Majesty's clemency would be by discovering who had abetted him in his last escape; the strongest suspicions being entertained that he had not affected it alone.
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