Ramage leaned over the gate at Ann Veronica’s side, and for a moment there was silence. White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile designed to throw oil upon the troubled waters. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. E.
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