People had started filling the hall: instrumentalists, overly conscientious parents. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. I will not be sent away. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods.
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