"Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. No! not even the derivation! But the fashion’s been set and in it you must be. And what was singular she did not recount to the doctor that morning's adventure. " "What motive can you have for so vile a deed?" asked Mrs. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage parleyed with inaudible interrogations. I don’t believe in the faults. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. 1. In her usual style, she interviewed him for his life and was pleased that he liked nothing more than to talk about himself. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance.
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