The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. “I don’t love him,” said Ann Veronica, getting a gleam. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees.
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