” “I know—” said Ramage, with sympathy. “It spreads like wildfire. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. ’ ‘But you don’t look anything like her,’ burst out Mrs Ibstock. " "Pity!" shrieked the widow. She entered and approached the bunk. Oh, I grew fond of you as the years went by.
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