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But the figure was evidently too intent on peering within the ballroom to pay any attention to what might be occurring outside. She met his eye for a moment in curious surprise. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. Then it came to her with a shock, as an extraordinary oversight, that she could never tell Manning about Ramage—never. . “They’d better not,” said Hetty. ‘Tell me, my boy. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. What of madame, his wife?’ ‘You know more of her than me,’ the girl said with a look of scorn. Remember that I’ve seen Brewis Charvill, and I’m well aware of your identity.
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