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The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. Ramage seemed always fencing about the forbidden topic, probing for openings, and she wondered why she did not give him them. While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. ‘What Gerald wants with you has me beat. “I do wish you and your father could come to some agreement. Having heard from Thames that you were better, and that your sole anxiety was about me, I came to give you the first intelligence of my escape. While I am talking about your friends, I feel—I think you ought to know how I look at it. I thought you understood. “Forgive me,” he said. He brought his mother to call, and as you know the Countess goes scarcely anywhere.
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