She shattered the edifice he was building up of
himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless
and consuming passion. She ought to have leapt back on guard. Ramage, that iron-gray
man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray,
astride of a black horse. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a
tongue over dry lips. She
described the Goopes and the Fabians to him, and gave him a sketch of her
landlady; and he talked in the most liberal and entertaining way of a modern
young woman’s outlook. Suddenly he came to a stop, his mouth agape. "And the will?" he said, with forced calmness.
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