“One can talk without undertones, so to speak,” said Ramage. “It—it—must come,” she faltered. ‘I find you excessively rude. I will wish you success or failure, whichever is the better for you. He met her eyes with his fiery black gaze. And if he won’t—” But she did not give even unspoken words to the alternative at that time. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Turning, she flew for the nearest door. He was in a position to help her.
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