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It would put the whole adventure on a broader and better footing; it seemed, indeed, almost the only possible way in which she might emerge from her rebellion with anything like success. You’re of age— you’re of age. She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. One chance in a thousand, and that would be the girl. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. A neighbor stopped by as the day wore on, causing her to duck and cower as he rang the doorbell over and over. "You needn't go far to do that," returned Quilt; "there he stands.
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