‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. “I imagine,” Sir John said, “that your sister would acquaint him with it. Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet. “Yes. But she made no answer. Just dreamed—and ran away
even from my dreams. On the death of his royal patron, he resolved to
return to his own country; and, after various delays, which had postponed it to
the present time, he had succeeded in accomplishing his object. ‘Don’t rightly know how you
make that out, you being a French spy and a prisoner and all. So he resolved to try another tack. His lips parted
in a rare smile. Will you please—Not now, or I
must go. Will you let me go out of this room?”
“No,” cried Ramage; “hear me out! I’ll have that satisfaction, anyhow.
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