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You've your own reasons, no doubt, for bringing up her son
—perhaps, I ought rather to say your son, Mr. Charcoal. She made a few
protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations,
but he did not heed them or care for them. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage
parleyed with inaudible interrogations. He was apt to play so
many games, she was afraid she might have misunderstood. Part 8
And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to
run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her
skin. ‘But with more courage
in her little finger than in many another female’s entire body.
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