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Anna was having tea by herself when she entered. Ramage seemed always fencing about the forbidden topic, probing for
openings, and she wondered why she did not give him them. Why? Because she knew him
in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her
vision—Sidney Carton. It might have been the moon, or the
phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal
loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the
mouth. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together
for a moment. If all wives were of
my mind and my spirit, husbands would soon be taught their own insignificance. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be
continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than
relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. "All's bowman, my covey. You are marvelous!” Carolyn Diedermayer
exclaimed. ”
There was a long silence. "Well, my dear, I've a proposal to make in regard to this babby of yours, which
may, or may not, be agreeable. Afterwards, it
may be different. Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet. I wanted
to have something to give up.
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