When her shock and the headache subsided, and she remembered that she had been reading the letter when Gosse had accosted her, she looked for it in vain. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. She had made a bed for herself out of wood and furs. If only she had thought to plunge the scissors into her own heart! Hoddy … to return and find her either gone or dead! But even as the Wastrel's arms gathered her, there came the sound of hurrying steps on the veranda. ‘I know what it means, numbskull! Didn’t spend years in the confounded country without picking up some of their infernal tongue. Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet.
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