All at once she realised that Kimble had halted, leaning heavily against the wall. Ramage looked at her for a long and discriminating interval without speaking. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. I don’t know that I understand altogether.
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