“I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. Probably some woman on the loose; they were as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. ” Ann Veronica hesitated, and then stood in the open doorway and regarded her father’s stern presence. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big house at the end of the Avenue. He was a philosopher.
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