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to be given a treat to-night. An ill-lined
purse is a poor recompense for the risk I have run. “It’s odd,” said Ann Veronica, re-entering the flat. Better to remain silent. Sebastian was always a man who felt the need to surround
himself with the trappings of the finer life. ‘You usually do,’ he said lightly. “Perhaps for myself I do
not mind, but this man is sure to find out some day, and he will not like having
been deceived. Her
secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of
telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a
white, fantastically white, maiden. He
made a movement toward her, and then recalled the circumstances of their last
conversation in that study.
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