What of madame, his wife?’ ‘You know more of her than me,’ the girl said with a look of scorn. “Ah!” said Ramage, impressively. My friend the doctor suspected it, and so do I. The nuns had no regard for the sensibilities of a “lady” and expected Melusine— for it was her allotted task—to clean and tend the soldier’s wounds even when they festered. You might even tire of me by then, you know. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. Men in this part of the world drink to forget the things they have lost. I'll talk to her in the morning, but she won't understand what I'm driving at.
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