. ” He smiled bitterly as he handed her from the cab. Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner. " There was a brief, breathless pause. " He stared at the agitated curtain; and slowly his chin sank until it touched his chest. ’ So pat, thought Gerald. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. Grudgingly he admired her. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk. She would wake in the night to repeat her bitter cry: “Oh, why did I burn those notes?” It added greatly to the annoyance of the situation that she had twice seen Ramage in the Avenue since her return to the shelter of her father’s roof.
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