F. She opened and read it at once. “Okay. 132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. “I am afraid,” he said gravely, “that your sister has been a little indiscreet. She felt a lump rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in America. CHAPTER XXXI. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead.
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