As to his mother, I've no pity for her. He unlocked himself from her embrace. Cathy had not even noticed that she herself was wet and trailing water everywhere. Ramage. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. The spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a dress thirty years out of date.
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