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"These writer chaps are queer birds. Anna, who had thrown aside her sealskin coat, wore a tight-fitting walking dress of some dark shade. She resolved to go into the City to Ramage and ask for his advice. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. "You read it, Ruth. Half an hour's labour, during which he was obliged more than once to pause to regain breath, sufficed to make a hole wide enough to allow a passage for his arm up to the elbow. You can come back for these, for you’ll carry him to the gatehouse, that’s what you’ll do. See? You marry me.
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