I’ll need you to go back to the barracks and fetch more men up to town. But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. CHAPTER XVIII. She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron. ” “Well—” “That’s all. “How did you find me?” She asked. Ann Veronica snatched at the opportunity, and spent most of the intervening time in the Assyrian Court of the British Museum, reading and thinking over a little book upon the feminist movement the tired woman had made her buy. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. It made me wake up, and there I lay thinking of you, spending your nights up here all alone, and no one to look after you. Now that she was his, to make or mar, she presented an extraordinary fascination. ‘This is insupportable.
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