In the afternoon he probably loafs in his pajamas. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. She was very pale, but she reminded him more at that minute than at any time of “Alcide” as he had first known her. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. Understand me. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. Ramage did not know.
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