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“I wish that I could forget it,” he said. ’ ‘A dagger, is it then?’ The girl froze. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. And Doctor Ralph stood by looking considerate. I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. 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. While waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness.
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