“I forbid it!” she said firmly. Last time— you made me feel snubbed. I find you an impenetrable enigma. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. It was a dead calm. shouldn’t be friends. “I’m so glad you’re here, Peter,” she said.
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