The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. ’ Melusine could not suppress a smile. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. She saw herself building up a life upon that —a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves.
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