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Mr. Ramage looked at her for a long and discriminating interval without speaking. ‘Come, I told you I wish to know everything about you. I want to know who sent you those. ” At this point she had perceived that she was drifting from her subject. . Terror had laid a paralyzing hand upon her, fear kept her almost unconscious of the curious glances which she was continually attracting. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. Voices floated down, but there was no sound of pursuit.
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