She found him reclined, watching television in a small guest room hidden in a back wing of the massive house. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. Heaven forbid. I'm neither an infidel nor an agnostic, so I'll content myself by saying that the hand of God is in this somewhere. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. If you’ve got anything to say, you must say it to your aunt—” “But look here, daddy!” He flapped the Times at her with an imperious gesture. They cleaned up the mess as best they could and she went home with him docilely. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. 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.
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