‘He’d have been that happy if he’d known how you’re the spit of her, miss. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. And, if ever I'm brought to the gallows, I shall lay my death at her door.
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