She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. “Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley. She did not know herself. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. These dinners,
from their lavish display of ambiguous hors d’oeuvre to their skimpy ices in
dishes of frilled paper, with their Chianti flasks and Parmesan dishes and their
polyglot waiters and polyglot clientele, were very funny and bright; and she
really liked Ramage, and valued his help and advice. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether
he had anything further to say. “At the Tredgold Women’s College,” said Ann Veronica. He was human. ”
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She felt a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation, and
pride well up in her cheeks, flushing them.
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