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He knew she had been weeping. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. “Whenever they try to take hold of life a man intervenes. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. When I'm alone I don't mind. The sergeant had not seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him. "I will, when I catch him, rely on it," rejoined Wild.
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