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"I have nothing. She looked away. Unexpectedly he found himself speeding toward
the father. ‘You are jealous!’
‘Yes,’ he agreed simply. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the
imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in
darkness. ‘You would
have a history of my life? Very well. The cage at Willesden was, and is—for it is still standing—a small round
building about eight feet high, with a pointed tiled roof, to which a number of
boards, inscribed with the names of the parish officers, and charged with a
multitude of admonitory notices to vagrants and other disorderly persons, are
attached. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and
inimitable swagger of Ramage.
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