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‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. It was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders, and waited with an appearance of affection. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. Every one turned to her in astonishment. “You are an impostor. I don’t wish to marry you at all.
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