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"Good night. “It’s unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley,” he said, shaking hands in a peculiar, high, fashionable manner; “but you know you said we might be friends. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. “One can talk without undertones, so to speak,” said Ramage. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. “I am afraid—I really think that one of us ought to go with you,” he said. When any violent outrage was committed,—and such matters were of daily, sometimes hourly, occurrence,—a bell, the rope of which descended into the hall, brought the whole of the turnkeys to their assistance. "I should be perfectly miserable if I thought you in earnest. just furtive meetings. How came you by the hurt, eh?" "How did I come by it?—that's a nate question. All the initial confidence in herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack.
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