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Was there
no echo anywhere in Miss Stanley’s pacified brain? Those empty rooms, if they
were empty, were the equivalents of astoundingly decorated predecessors. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I
wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance
because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did
not approve. She found a clean sweatshirt
and soft pajama pants, glad to trade the wet for the dry. Then he rallied, smiling a little. 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. So, not
exactly hopefully but earnestly, she returned to the feet of God. Stanley poured wine.
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