If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. There was a discreet knocking at the door, and Ramage’s face changed.
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