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A slender young man, wearing glasses, appeared from the shadow of the nearest van. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. I’m not mad that he has eyes for you instead of me, not mad at all. He filled her glass with champagne. Think of those days in Paris. What was the matter with the dress? She could not see.
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