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Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet. ‘Lord,’ he uttered, glancing about with a disparaging eye. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. The iron slipped from his face, leaving it blank with astonishment. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. “What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. I had left Paris. Can’t ask the gent to go abroad and condone a bigamy. This lover of yours—” “He doesn’t know!” cried Ann Veronica. Yet the fact remains that you do not understand me at all. “You’re mad, Sebastianus.
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