I can't invent; the thing won't come. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. Anna jumped into a waiting hansom. ‘Your niece, ma’am. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage parleyed with inaudible interrogations. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. “You’ve interested me enormously.
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