Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not understand them. He had reacted by laughing at her, informing her coolly that she was naïve in many things. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. A woman indeed this to love and be loved, beautiful, graceful, gay. At the bottom of her heart she was not a bit afraid of Ramage. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded.
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