" Animated by this trifling success, he proceeded with fresh ardour, and the rapidity of his progress was proclaimed by the heap of bricks, stones, and mortar which before long covered the floor. He would always be her friend, too. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. " "So have we all. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. She was like an angel with one wing. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends.
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