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“That’s suicidal bullshit, Lucy. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. “Is that a challenge?” She shrugged her shoulders, all ablaze with jewels. Still, thereafter she had avoided Morgan's; partly out of fear and partly because of her father's mandate. Then Ramage appeared with effusion, and ushered her into his inner apartment. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone.
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