To-morrow they will know the truth. ” He said curiously. But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor. But, on the bursting of that bubble, his hopes vanished with it. Go easy. " "Get hence," continued Mrs. Ramage,” she said, “I can’t—Not now. ” “On the contrary,” Anna whispered quietly, “we met in a small boarding-house where I was stopping. They are not your flowers. Wood had been my father, as well as yours.
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