‘Certainly I have them with me. Thames sat with Winifred's hand clasped in his own, and commenced a recital of his adventures, which may be briefly told. “He’s got almost to like it. Bought the freedom of a sing-song girl; and all the while you knew you'd have to tote the girl back. It was a beautiful place that she had found, a round cave by a small stream. Probably some woman on the loose; they were as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. Mr.
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