” Ramage looked at her, and then fell into deep reflection as the waiter came to paragraph their talk again. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. Her thin fingers were armed with nails as long as the talons of a bird. So, when I tell you she loves you, I know.
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