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‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. Above the housetops it was different. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. He had not thought to find a lady so ready of humour and willing to give him a hearing. She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage.
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