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Updated: June 4, 2025
An intelligent interest in the facts of daily life should be one of the equipments of the touring scholar, seeing that the present affords a key to the past. Ramage has that gift, and his zest never degenerates into the fussiness of many modern travellers. In fact, he has multifarious interests and seems to have known several languages besides the classics.
Rob and Ramage, in the coach-office, just as he was about to take out a ticket for Greenock, whither he intended to proceed for the purpose of embarking for America with his ill-got gains.
Ramage I want to understand you. . . . And I don't. There are thousands of men like me who have been through this war who have seen the glory underneath the dirt who want to understand too. We hoped we still hope that a new England would grow out of it; but somehow. . . ." Vane laughed shortly, and took out his cigarette case.
And in the Avenue she had an encounter with Ramage. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. She was aware of him a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. "I MUST speak to you," he said. "I can't keep away from you."
This was the man who was deliberately leading the masses towards discontent and revolt; this was the man of intellect who was deliberately using his gift to try to ruin the country. . . . So Sir James had said; so Vane had always understood. And his frown grew more puzzled. Suddenly Ramage turned and spoke to him.
"I wonder," said Ramage, "that more girls don't think as you do and want to strike out in the world." And then he speculated. "I wonder if you will?" "Let me say one thing," he said. "If ever you do and I can help you in any way, by advice or inquiry or recommendation You see, I'm no believer in feminine incapacity, but I do perceive there is such a thing as feminine inexperience.
Ramage went up the Avenue, and she hurried along the path with a beating heart and a disagreeable sense of unsolved problems in her mind. "That thing's going on," she told herself. "Everything goes on, confound it! One doesn't change anything one has set going by making good resolutions." And then ahead of her she saw the radiant and welcoming figure of Manning.
He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. "Odd little room," said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. "One can talk without undertones, so to speak," said Ramage. "It's private."
She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. The chance had gone. It became suddenly glaringly apparent to her that it was impossible to return fifteen pounds or any sum less than twenty pounds to Ramage absolutely impossible. She realized that with a pang of disgust and horror.
They reached Wimbledon, and Ramage whipped out to hand Miss Stanley to the platform as though she had been a duchess, and she descended as though such attentions from middle-aged, but still gallant, merchants were a matter of course. Then, as Ramage readjusted himself in a corner, he remarked: "These young people shoot up, Stanley.
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