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“One can talk without undertones, so to speak,” said Ramage. "It is time!" "For what?" grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes. Wood could stand it no longer. She was, she guessed, close to the library. Before her stretched blank spaces, dotted with running people coming toward her, and below them railings and a statue. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. No mercenary consideration influences me.
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