In and out of consciousness she sailed, hearing voices from memory that she could not distinguish from reality. 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. "If things had gone smoothly," he thought, "I should have cursed the fellow's stupidity. You go home and wait a century, Vee, and then try again. Wood, bursting into tears, "God bless you!" Jack extended his hand towards him, and looked anxiously for Thames; but he was nowhere to be seen. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky.
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