One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. She even thought that perhaps she might come to
love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his
courtly bearing. ‘She is constantly thinking of you,’ I said. Don't be afraid—I won't hurt you. ”
Ramage reflected. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to
produce the finished work. She addressed Anna with a
beaming smile and a very creditable mixture of condescension and officiousness. However, it would only be robbing the hangman of his dues. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid
himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had
healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. But
you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county
magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he
aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor—
James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once.
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