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’ ‘That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. ” Anna shrugged her shoulders lightly. She swallowed hard. "I am innocent, f have stolen nothing. But, by Jove! you are fierce! You are like those Roman women who carry stilettos in their hair. Why didn’t he die?” Anna sprang to her feet and walked restlessly up and down the room. I have said that I am but a nun now. He divorced her. "There's his knock. He panted for a moment with unuttered replies, and then, with a scornful gesture, got up and left the cell. She felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her dreams. I was one of the few. But women—women as a rule don’t throw themselves into things like that. 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. At the farther end of the Lodge, the floor was raised to the height of a couple of steps; whence the whole place, with the exception of the remotest corner of the angle before-mentioned, could be commanded at a single glance.
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