’ Lucy giggled. The clerk at the Raffles Hotel had accorded her but scant interest. She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. . I do not care in the least.
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