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Or run me through. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted. My name is Armytage—Lord Ernest Armytage. You are a sisterless man; you have never heard the ordinary talk that goes on at a girls’ boarding-school. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy.
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