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She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn became visible through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling of bolts and chains at the outer door told that some one was admitted. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. By the intense look of him, she guessed that she had just encountered for the first time the boy genius Martin Chen. “You are positively eloquent to-night—both of you,” she declared. "How long shall I be here?" he asked. This she would not endure.
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