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Forgive me. CHAPTER XVII. “One can talk without undertones, so to speak,” said Ramage. ” Anna looked at her steadily. Such of his features as were visible were of coarse mould. Well, well; all he himself could do would be to watch this singular drama unroll. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. A fierce struggle ensued. " "Are you Mr.
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