‘Alors, you make a game with me, I see that. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends. In some cases they were ground almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into the earth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance.
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