148 “Sure. He stood back and held her shoulders. Oh, cuss it!” “Eh?” “He said I would. Besides those whom I've slain with my own hands, I've brought upwards of thirty persons to the gallows. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. It is foolish, she murmured to herself, foolish. The lights rolled over, and were extinguished. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. The hand which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side. *** Madame la Comtesse de St Erme regarded the English major with a lacklustre eye, Gerald thought.
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