The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. Wild's figure. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. “Morning, Mom. Ice had begun to form in the shallows. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful.
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