Ramage leaned over the gate at Ann Veronica’s side, and for a moment there was silence. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. "Oh! they are—are they?" muttered Jack, triumphantly; "that'll do. " And he conferred apart with Jonathan. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Lord help him! he's the very image of his father.
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