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It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill,
and the ground deluged by the recent showers. She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams,
of Ramage. “Your sister’s future
is at stake. ‘How is your plan now, mon brave?’ Melusine taunted. Smith had never seen anything like it. You represented to us the immaculate
Briton, the one Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of
our race. In the old days he had been
something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. It had been discussed in silence. But he was a thief, a fugitive from justice. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly,
made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. She saw his purpose and his doubt hesitated also, and
then went to him, took his coat lapels, and kissed him on the cheek.
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