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She felt the thrill race through her body. ” And she knew that she was safe. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind. As he fell, he caught at the projecting masonry. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. He followed. One did not use pistols against a female. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. She would wake in the night to repeat her bitter cry: “Oh, why did I burn those notes?” It added greatly to the annoyance of the situation that she had twice seen Ramage in the Avenue since her return to the shelter of her father’s roof.
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