She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Losing his presence of mind, Jack quitted his hold, and dropped upon the frame. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. "I could," replied Thames. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both.
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