That there Frenchie didn’t look any too friendly to me. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. ‘Don’t put me at the necessity of marrying the abominable little wretch. ’ I said. Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively. And why, after all, should she not borrow money from Ramage? It was so true what he said; middle-class people WERE ridiculously squeamish about money.
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