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It was Ramage, the occupant of the big house at the end of the Avenue. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. More,’ he said, ‘but I’m told it’s the most amusing thing in London at the present time. ’ ‘Don’t count on it. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. She touched it, and her gaze lifted.
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