And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. I can’t stand it. Places, I found, were daily given away, And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay.
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