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. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. Ramage seemed always fencing about the forbidden topic, probing for openings, and she wondered why she did not give him them. Into this new world, vivid with colour, came Spurlock, receptively. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. —Though if my name should become as famous as theirs, it wouldn't much matter.
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