"We must keep still. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. Twenty-one, twenty-two. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. ‘En tout cas, it is not up at all, but down. Her heartbeat quickened. “I am glad,” she told herself, “I came. Sir John hesitated, and then continued.
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