‘Would you have me face my maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell you, for your father would not have done. “Ohmigod! You totally sounded like my grandmother just now!” Michelle exclaimed. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought shelter. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII.
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