—Strype's Stow. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied. To think of him as loving her would make all that different. Perhaps he truly meant it – perhaps there was a force within him that could withstand the hardships of existing past a mortal lifetime. That wasn’t even the worst thing. Wood's astonishment and displeasure momentarily increased.
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