‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. Somehow I haven’t connected the idea with you. A faint, delightfully humorous smile parted her lips. ‘I can’t help but be sure,’ he returned shortly. "Speak plainly.
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