” Ramage looked at her, and then fell into deep reflection as the waiter came to paragraph their talk again. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. He looked at her in some embarrassment. See paragraph 1. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. ’ Gerald held out his hand, and she meekly gave the dagger up to him. ” Presently, as if for comparison with her father’s letter, she got out Ramage’s check from the box that contained her papers. “Well, rather,” said Ann Veronica. "My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. "Well, lad, supposing you read what the editor has to say?" was McClintock's suggestion, when the frolic was over. He patted the hand on his sleeve.
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