" CHAPTER XV. “It’s jolly of you to come,” said Ramage. “Before you do anything else I should advise you to secure those charred fragments of paper from the grate. “You silly fool,” he said. Another labyrinth in hell!" A smile broke over the trader's face. “You are unjust and quixotic, Anna, you have no right to treat any one as you are treating me. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. ’ Gerald held out his hand, and she meekly gave the dagger up to him. ” “For you. One comes at last to the step from dreams to reality. Your career at the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed to us ordinary mortals. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended.
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