She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. ‘To find what?’ demanded Gerald. But I don't look for peace on this side the grave. His face was white. That’s why I wanted your weapons. He did not write this with lead but with his heart's blood. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us.
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