Her
secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of
telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a
white, fantastically white, maiden. Your name. I spent agonizing weeks wandering Mantua in
search of you, finally arriving at the idea of asking
someone who you were. “I have had nothing since,
and it seems a very long time. Not afraid of me,
either. Katy’s face
was vapid and undistinguishable from a crowd, but pretty
in an abstract sense, like the face of a baby doll. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. Why hadn't he admitted that he recognized the
photograph? What instinct had impelled him swiftly to assume his Oriental
mask?
"Why?" asked O'Higgins.
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