“Ah!” said Ramage, impressively. She forgot Anna’s sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened upon her sister’s shoulders. He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded her with his rather too protuberant eyes. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames. " "Iss, Massa Austin," replied the black. " "Oh. “You will write to me, I am sure—and from the date of your letter I trust most earnestly that I may come back to my old place as “Your devoted friend, “WALTER BRENDON.
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