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“You don’t waste any time. Perhaps Ramage was the more astonished. Again silence. He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of convalescence. ‘Oh, we was always in there, miss,’ admitted Joan, moving closer. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. Here he was preparing to leap over the hedge into the fields on the left, when he was intercepted by two horsemen, who, hearing the shouts, rode up and struck at him with the butt-ends of their heavy riding-whips. He frowned. We went our ways. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. He was still flashily dressed, with much obvious jewellery and the shiniest of patent boots, but his general bearing and appearance had altered for the worse. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought.
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