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“Come to my rooms and have a drink. But Gerald wouldn’t hear of it. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. "Your master wants a few table-spoons, child," said Mrs. I didn't think. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. So long as a man behaves himself, I can't refuse him liquor. Well, I don’t think that’s fair.
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