It was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders, and waited with an appearance of affection. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. ’ Gerald infused sympathy into his voice, and deliberately addressed himself to Madame. "How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river. “Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks.
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