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She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that he had said. . Her defence ceased rapidly to be in any sense ladylike, and became vigorous and effective; a strand of black hair that had escaped its hairpins came athwart Ramage’s eyes, and then the knuckles of a small but very hardly clinched fist had thrust itself with extreme effectiveness and painfulness under his jawbone and ear. He had “put his foot down,” and said she must not go. ” “It is Number 8, Cavendish Square,” she answered simply. Her face scarcely reflected his enthusiasm. \"Let's get out of here. The stranger looked at him as if strongly disposed to chastise his impertinence. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face.
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