There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. Even now he was not at all sure that she was not playing with him. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. If she mentioned Ramage he might have a fit—anything might happen. There it was—to be borrowed. “I should like to speak to you for a few minutes,” he said to Anna, dropping his voice a little. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own.
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