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She frowned, appearing to think for a moment. " "I guess what share you've had in this," whispered Austin to Mrs. . I should as soon think of trusting a woman. Remember ——” Annabel clutched her sister’s arm. “My Mom never gets a good night’s sleep. E. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. The major might not indulge in this sort of flirtation in the ordinary way, but he had seen enough among his army colleagues to know just how to go about it.
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