It is you who took my name, not I yours. I don’t want to hear you. ” “My dear young lady,” the official said irritably, “this man would not have your name and address in his pocket without an object. " "Perhaps not," replied Jack, carelessly. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. Ramage demurred. He dropped the key on the counterpane.
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