Wood. “But how can you?” asked Constance. “You have killed me. The inn was a military haunt. I had never dreamed of such a friend as you. As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. Keep up the clamour for five minutes, and I'll finish it. He stood up and she ushered him out of the small room. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do.
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