He refused. He was struck disagreeably by Ramage’s air of gallant consideration and Ann Veronica’s self-possessed answers. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key.
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