His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. I sha'n't utter a word. It became suddenly glaringly apparent to her that it was impossible to return fifteen pounds or any sum less than twenty pounds to Ramage—absolutely impossible.
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