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I guess we could go for a ride. Ramage looked at her for a long and discriminating interval without speaking. “That’s HIM,” said Ann Veronica, in sound, idiomatic English. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. She could not help but admit that she liked being smiled at and addressed in the hallways by hordes of friendly faces. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. “Let us escape,” she said. Activity in the hall intensified. Anna, do you not see that the Countess is sitting alone?” She rose, and flashed a quick smile upon Ennison behind her husband’s back. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings.
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