Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. Mischief bubbled up in her. But he was a thief, a fugitive from justice.
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