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There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. Only she sent me a message, and together we found a cottage for her to stay at. 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. Lucy auditioned on a borrowed violin. Neither would she allow herself to feel guilty nor would she allow him to find a way into the house. A shudder rippled across his shoulders. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. " CHAPTER XV.
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