E. ’ ‘But you must,’ Gerald said, quite as if he meant it. ‘What do you say of these troops?’ ‘You see, we’re militia. "I'm surprised you've not asked that question before, Sir Rowland. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. ‘That is a very English name. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred.
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