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’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. "You will not make it valueless in my eyes," he added, catching her in his arms, and pressing her to his breast. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. "It was silly. They are rather a long way off, but you could write to them. Ramage!” she began, and his mouth sealed hers and his breath was mixed with her breath.
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