There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. There was a discreet knocking at the door, and Ramage’s face changed. Ramage seemed always fencing about the forbidden topic, probing for openings, and she wondered why she did not give him them. I told him I would bring him to the gallows, and I was as good as my word.
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