CHAPTER XVII. "But what does he mean by calling you a wanton? —you, my wife?" Enschede's hand slipped from his daughter's shoulder. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Ramage. I bent over him.
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