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“I will believe you. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. Just a friendly polite suggestion. “She seems an unusually clever girl,” said Ramage. She is more dear to me than anything else. You're rich. He knew. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big eyebrows like dead caterpillars. Satisfied with his scrutiny, he produced a pocket-flask, and taking off the silver cup with which it was mounted, filled it with the contents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of the sleeper, rudely shook it. She had denied it with vigor, and here she was! She did not so much exhaust this general question as pass from it to her insoluble individual problem again: “What am I to do?” She wanted first of all to fling the forty pounds back into Ramage’s face.
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