Will you let me go out of this room?” “No,” cried Ramage; “hear me out! I’ll have that satisfaction, anyhow. ” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. "Suppose he does. “But was it wise to sing to-night?” “Why not? The man was nothing to me. In the afternoon he probably loafs in his pajamas. ” “But, my dear Peter!” said Miss Stanley.
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