Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. “You are too good for me,” she said in a low voice. When I am leading a true life, a pure and simple life free of all stimulants and excitements, I think—I think— oh! with pellucid clearness; but if I so much as take a mouthful of meat—or anything—the mirror is all blurred. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. A strong arm pulled her closer, and the lips that mouthed her own in tender touches sent her senses reeling. I can't spare you at present.
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