” She refused. He looked at her in some embarrassment. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. But it is my fault. “I’ve had most of the things I wanted,” said Ramage, in the stillness of the night. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. She almost submitted to this ending of her adventure.
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