When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. They’re too free for their innocence or too innocent for their freedom. Ramage—about the forty pounds. “How old are you?\" He looked at her engagingly. “Ann Veronica,” he said.
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