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I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. CHAPTER XIV Ruth lost the point entirely. My son is going to build a spaceship to Mars someday right in this room. With the immediate necessities in train, Melusine fell to brooding on her situation, which she found insupportable. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. And at the thought of that other lover—he was convinced that that beloved person was a lover, and she found herself unable to say a word to explain to him that this other person, the person she loved, did not even know of her love—Ramage grew angry and savage once more, and returned suddenly to gibe and insult. E. But if God is kind to me, someday I may climb up to where you are. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate.
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