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Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. Her features are the same, yet the change has written its mark into her face. “I’ve had most of the things I wanted,” said Ramage, in the stillness of the night. ‘I can’t do that. She was suddenly very aware of the room, the television still blaring, and the chill in the air. For nothing will ever convince me that it is not the man’s share in life to shield, to protect, to lead and toil and watch and battle with the world at large. ‘A man who is false, who steals papers, who has a plot to take another’s name, who lies to the Mother Abbess and to me, and above all this—’ her voice near to breaking ‘—one who is French.
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