Even were she to get an opportunity to scream, it would be some time before such a call, unprecedented though it might be, brought the nuns so much out of their absorption that they interrupted their prayer to investigate. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded her with his rather too protuberant eyes. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest. “You’ve got to take the decent reasonable way.
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