’ She counted off on her fingers. "I am too much honoured—too happy in the union. “Thanks, Cathy. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. “Have you heard things?” The tears stood in her eyes. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. " She had brought home a puppy one day.
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