Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant. They reached Wimbledon, and Ramage whipped out to hand Miss Stanley to the platform as though she had been a duchess, and she descended as though such attentions from middle-aged, but still gallant, merchants were a matter of course. I suppose we’re all human beings really, but what price the sacred Institution of the Family! Us as a bundle! Eh?. Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle about those people, Vee. The Iovellis were very rich, from what she could tell.
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