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. In some cases they were ground almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into the earth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance. Impassive by nature and training, he was conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by a dull background of disappointment. "Yes; I speak English.
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