‘Tie a horse behind the carriage?’ he echoed incredulously. There was no rush. One mistress
enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. He had got here at speed by that means. She married my Dad in a small ceremony
down at City Hall. "I can't tell you!" she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching her little hand as
tightly as possible; "it's a secret!"
"I'll soon find it out, then," he returned, playfully forcing the paper from her
grasp. He was normal now, and the coat was only
a coat. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know
better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor. Indeed I am! I would make this
country a collective monarchy, and all the girls and women in it should be the
Queen.
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