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in which, after an instant, the young man saw something that led him to exclaim: "How dreadfully ill she must be, Ramage, to have conceived a stroke in such taste!"
His companion drew him down to the sofa, patting, soothing, supporting him. "You must bear it my dear boy—you must bear everything." Doctor Ramage faltered. "Your wife's exceedingly ill."
END OF BOOK FIRST
