” For a moment Mr. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. ‘If you’ll have the goodness, missie, to move yourself out of the way,’ he said aggrievedly, ‘and let us at him, we might have a chance of doing just that. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. "I had to give in to him. "I don't think that's likely. “Very likely. “Just come to that seat now you are here, Miss Stanley, and look down the other path; there’s a vista of just the common sort. ’ ‘You are perfectly correct,’ agreed Gerald at once.
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