The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. There were shadows under his eyes. "Wretch!" cried Jack. " "Off!" she exclaimed, breaking from his embrace with a scream. "But don't wait for me, Sir Cecil. He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. Take care of the old clothesman, and leave the rest to me.
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