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By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. ” The hand lingered too long. Mrs. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Her defence ceased rapidly to be in any sense ladylike, and became vigorous and effective; a strand of black hair that had escaped its hairpins came athwart Ramage’s eyes, and then the knuckles of a small but very hardly clinched fist had thrust itself with extreme effectiveness and painfulness under his jawbone and ear.
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