Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. Good-bye aunt. ’ ‘What, even less delightful than Gerald?’ enquired Lucilla, her eyes dancing. Her unnatural calm was giving way. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. "I am one. I’m a man, and I know what I mean. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist.
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