Ramage,” she said, sharply, “I have to make it plain to you. “Nigel, don’t you understand. ‘It must seem strange to you at first. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. ’ ‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille. She suspected that he would take a mistress just as soon as they returned to Florence. CHAPTER XXVI Spurlock went out on his toes, careful lest the bamboo curtain rattle behind him.
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