Stay where you are, Mr. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken. CHAPTER XXVII. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and
bursting into tears. You're an angel of goodness. Her defence ceased rapidly to be in any
sense ladylike, and became vigorous and effective; a strand of black hair that had
escaped its hairpins came athwart Ramage’s eyes, and then the knuckles of a
small but very hardly clinched fist had thrust itself with extreme effectiveness
and painfulness under his jawbone and ear. ”
He nodded twice, with his eyes on the fire, as though that was a formal
statement. Hadn’t they settled that already?
“I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something.
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