She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. CHAPTER XXIII. ” “Against your will?” He asked. . Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner.
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