’ Her face fell. Some days, his eyes were green. “Go from me, husband!” With a flourish he brought her arms behind her and her body was slammed to the floor. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. "If we take him, I don't mind giving you a share—say a fourth—provided you lend a helping hand. I’m so glad you’re not angry. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate.
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