Ramage demurred. They were his friends, and they recognized his unusual earnestness. I don’t care if you never tell me any of your secrets. “Of course you don’t. “I never dreamt!” she said. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. "But never mind who, or what I am. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. “Through there,” he said, and pointed with the pamphlet he was carrying. His first date, he was a late bloomer for a Popular. I am quite clear about this. "I give you one minute for reflection.
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