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“What is the good of talking?” said her brother. ’ “Crude, I admit. Montague Hill, and I do not think that under those circumstances I should be long about it. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. He knows everything. ” She wondered what to. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist. The person caught hold of his arm, and, in spite of his efforts to disengage himself, detained him. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous.
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