” “I’m a married man. ” She wondered how much history she could reinvent before losing track of her own lies. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. He had hurt her. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. “Your name and address in his pocket was no delusion,” he said sharply. She had not seen Ramage for ten or eleven days, and she was quite ready for a gossip with him. “And now let us leave the men alone and talk about ourselves.
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