The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. "Well, well; look who's here!" cried Spurlock. I shouldn't talk like that. A tarnish of constraint that had recently spread over her intercourse with Capes vanished again. She had viewed them askance, and without exchanging ideas with any one else in the world about them. And in some incomprehensible way, Ramage was confused with Capes; she had a grotesque disposition to persuade herself that this was really Capes who surrounded her, as it were, with wings of desire. Probably she mistook you; probably she thought you cared. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. ‘But I have the pistol,’ Gerald pointed out. You ought to know that. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other.
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