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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. Gradually McClintock shifted the burden to Spurlock's shoulders and retired among his books and music rolls. It’s best. But he afterwards acted upon the suggestion. “It is not that. I am an old friend, and I declined to be shelved. In addition to my public salary I have a certain private property and further expectations through my aunt, so that I can offer you a life of wide and generous refinement, travel, books, discussion, and easy relations with a circle of clever and brilliant and thoughtful people with whom my literary work has brought me into contact, and of which, seeing me only as you have done alone in Morningside Park, you can have no idea. He’s terrible!” “Dad!” Lucy smiled at John. God knows how you did it. She had worried in fear that the excitement would be too much for him.
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