“Stop!” He ran towards her. "The poor young man!" she said. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. It is like a second honeymoon. He turned his back on that temptation. She had not seen Ramage for ten or eleven days, and she was quite ready for a gossip with him. Look out, it’s coming. The campaign’s a success. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see me again. This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. Don’t, don’t say anything now, not anything. He turned to Mrs. ” “Mr.
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