She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. “Even if he lives here you may go all your life and never come face to face with him again. Nor can we. Girls erupted in waves of whispering as soon as she passed them by.
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