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. They walked back to 118 hand in hand. As she had dreaded, the police officer in the car was politely waiting for John to depart, and exited the squad as soon as John turned at the Pine Crest stop sign. ‘We needn’t murder Lucia. "And, does any of our bright blood flow in the veins of a ruffianly housebreaker?" cried Trenchard, with a look of bewilderment. Life waits for us. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. Sir John filled his glass with trembling hand. Do so; and I am yours as heretofore.
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