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Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. 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. And talking of every conceivable thing. Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. Barring that the Valade fellow had sneaked back.
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