"What the devil are you howling about?" cried Langley. “There is something to be said for the lady-like theory after all,” she admitted. \"I'm not hungry either, I'm still worked up from that game. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. The water was cold but she waded deeper. She's my mealticket. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. The two hostlers, however, kept close at his heels; and Jack, whose strength began to flag, feared he could not hold much longer.
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