My death, probably. It
came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly
fantastic sort of dream. All they left it was the moon and stars. And,
yet, I don't know. It
was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed
warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders,
and waited with an appearance of affection. “There’s endless reasons, no doubt, why we shouldn’t,” he said. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. ” He complained,
handing it, case and all, to Lucy. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired
deferentially.
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