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‘I’ll make it, miss. She is the image of what I was like, and she has a better voice. I don’t care. "There's a guinea to drink our health," she added, slipping a piece of money into his hand. She opened it and drew out a letter, and folded within it were the notes she had sent off to Ramage that day. It became suddenly glaringly apparent to her that it was impossible to return fifteen pounds or any sum less than twenty pounds to Ramage—absolutely impossible. Mr. Will you come sensibly, or shall I carry you? You are mine!" Ruth's peculiar education had not vitiated the primitive senses; they were always on guard; and in a moment such as this they rushed instantly to the surface. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. "You mustn't talk any more; the excitement isn't good for you. I should be sorry if Shotbolt got the reward. Instead of which, more than half an hour has elapsed. “You!” she exclaimed.
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