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. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. All make the same answer—'d—n you, keep it. His father was one of my old customers, and I am happy to find his son treading in his steps. She knew that babies came from the womb; her womb had fallen out with her baby.
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