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Mr. D'ye hear. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. " And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. ’ ‘So I infer. Every rule is against me—Why did I let you begin this? I might have told—” “I don’t see that you could help—” “I might have helped—” “You couldn’t. Ramage,” she said, clinging to her one point, “I want to get out of this horrible little room. “I’m really very sorry.
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