Ramage,” she cried, “you are outrageous! You understand nothing. If not, I have plenty to think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards. I said to myself at once, ‘Either this is a coincidence or the caper sauce. There are also the letters which were scattered about Wild's room after the murder of Sir Rowland. Ramage stood up, and suddenly turned the key in the door in an off-hand manner. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes.
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