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He had been quite right to sit down. " "I can avenge her," cried Jack in a terrible tone. Wood and several serving-men, all well armed, rushed into the room. These sweeping dignities were not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested. She knew now the supreme human energy which sent men to hell or carried them to their earthly heights. “Where would you like to go? Are you hungry?” “No. In a very definite sense we are in the wrong —hopelessly in the wrong. \" His tone was weak and conciliatory. God bless you, Auntie! I'll go into the mills and make pulp with my bare hands, if you want me to. Ramage admitted the force of that. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. But the figure was evidently too intent on peering within the ballroom to pay any attention to what might be occurring outside. In this way, they reached Holborn Bridge. CHAPTER XVIII.
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