The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. “Quite an unimportant one,” he assured her. "Austin will stare," thought Jack, "when he comes here in the morning. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do. She remembered possessing it during the Gold Rush.
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