Just now the waterchestnuts…. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. And Ramage too—about Ramage there would always be that air of avidity, that air of knowledge and inquiry, the mixture of things in his talk that were rather good with things that were rather poor. “It is positively no use, Anna,” she declared, appealingly. “He is very kind, Anna, really, and not half such a prig as he seems. ” She felt strange confessing herself to a criminal attorney.
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