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There was no need to be afraid for me. Ramage,” she said, “please don’t talk like this. Anywhere! Moonlight and music—pleasing, you know, but quite unnecessary. Then she examined with curiosity some knick-knacks upon a small round table by her side. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. If he did resemble me, I shouldn't care about him. That was how she projected it, and in general terms it seemed plausible and possible. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. One doesn’t go about with these passions allayed simply because they have made wreckage and a scandal. . Nor can we. The lady looked them over in silence, and then pouting lips trembled, dark eyelashes fluttered, and in a broken voice, she pleaded, ‘Honoured messieurs, you will not allow this—this pig, to be thus cruel? He cannot arrest me. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife.
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