But he had always felt (he had never allowed himself to think of it) that the promptitude of their family was a little indelicate of her, and in a sense an intrusion. ‘It is not your affair. " And, with this, he coolly re-adjusted his peruke. She opened it and drew out a letter, and folded within it were the notes she had sent off to Ramage that day. ‘Looks like it. Hurt beyond what he could imagine by the selfishness and pride of her forbears, whose fateful disputes had robbed her of the life she should have led, the plucky little devil had taken matters into her own hands. " "What for? What do you want of them?" "Why, they are … yours.
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