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I wish some one would kill Ramage by accident!. It appeared from what he said that he had been captured when asleep,—that his liquor had been drugged,—otherwise, he would never have allowed himself to be taken alive. She attacked me with a carving-knife, and, when I had disarmed her, the jade bit off a couple of fingers from my left hand. These dinners, from their lavish display of ambiguous hors d’oeuvre to their skimpy ices in dishes of frilled paper, with their Chianti flasks and Parmesan dishes and their polyglot waiters and polyglot clientele, were very funny and bright; and she really liked Ramage, and valued his help and advice. She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. His sword then came in for his scrutiny: he felt at, and appeared satisfied with its edge. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. ’ ‘Yes, but what is it, Jacques?’ demanded the lady.
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