‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back.
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