I like high tone for a flourish and stars and ideas; but I want my things. And nowhere could I obtain the slightest information. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big house at the end of the Avenue. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness. But all normal humans smelled wonderful to her, even dirty ones. He is an awfully good sort— and now he has come to me to help him if I can.
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