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We can be married tomorrow in Paris. Ramage,” she said, “I can’t—Not now. Let's talk of this chap. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs, carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. "Where's Thames?" he hastily inquired. “I don’t know how to prove myself to you, John. I just like you, Mary, and we’ve had a lot of fun. His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each encounter. "Tomorrow I shall have a visitor. His mind was busy with a résumé of yesterday's unusual events. ’ ‘Parbleu,’ exclaimed the girl, jumping up in some dudgeon.
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