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. He was not quite sure whether, after all, he had been wise. From one window the beach was always visible; from another, the stores. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. That's how I finally got wind of it. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. “What, you don’t think that you can afford it? Lucy, with your musical talent, you’ll get a full ride. Such freedoms from such people were not to be endured. God bless you, anyhow!" she added, with a spontaneity which surprised Sister Angelina into uttering an individual gasp.
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