The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Used to play together, we did, all over Remenham House. But she no longer felt Jacomo’s age, even if she looked it. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. 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. "What for?" demanded Wood. Opposite to it was placed the Jew. My friends consider it wonderfully faithful. The next morning she went out with her post-office savings bank-book, and telegraphed for a warrant to draw out all the money she had in the world.
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