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Anna was not “Alcide” of the “Ambassador’s,” whose subtly demure smile and piquant glances had called him to her side from the moment of their first meeting. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their necks. In fact, it had been anciently the right hand postern under the gate leading towards the city. She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. Her family are solid West End people, Kensington people.
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