The
ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where
any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or
festooned with dusty cobwebs. She had dreaded the beginning of
this hour. 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. ’
A burning at his chest, the general ground his teeth. "It's a fine idea, my child, but you mustn't do it. Taking this for encouragement, her suitor proceeded still more
extravagantly. The
chair was torture. "
"Don't say anything about it, dear Mrs. He seemed to be about to move toward her. . ”
“But I can’t do that.
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