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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. I think I asked if I could eat lunch with her and Trisha Deere one day and she said there was no room at the table. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. But Jack was too nimble for him. She struggled against it quite uselessly. The latch came with a weak click.
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