“You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist. We must never let your father know we went. Ruth will be a gold mine for a man of your peculiar bent. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. I can understand now these newspapers when they talk of your magnificent philanthropy.
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