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Ramage came for her at her lodgings, and she met him graciously and kindly as a queen who knows she must needs give sorrow to a faithful liege. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. Of course, there'll be a few kinks to straighten out. She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago. “Happened! Oh, many things,” she declared indolently. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. "Why it is astonishing, certainly," remarked Kneebone, "to find any woman constant—especially to a girlish attachment; but such is the case. ” She was able to go straight to her room without delay, and she at once locked the door with a little sigh of relief. ” “Of course,” he said, reaching out his hand tentatively for his hat, “I could go away even now. ” “Go ahead. I love him!" She was weak and dizzy: from horror as much as from physical exertion.
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