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"Do you hear that! We are not
wholly at fault. “Are these ordinary sapphires?” she said. She
rose to the fire to stoke it. It penetrated the skin;
benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties. Fifty sent home. Curiosity to see
what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. Montressor’s guests were. It
was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed
warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders,
and waited with an appearance of affection. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the
worst was over. The
door opened, and a slightly overweight pretty blonde, an
older, wiser version of Michelle, came into view.
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