272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. Anna sprang lightly away across the street. She was shaking violently when she entered the side door of the house. Melusine got to her feet and, tucking her shoulder under his arm on the uninjured side, put her arm about him to hold his waist, and thus contrived to take most of his weight. Besides—there is Sir John. Here, take this youngster, Terry; my legs are lighter than old Nab's. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. " "Never fear," replied Jack. You must say farewell to her, for I cannot. ” Ramage looked at her, and then fell into deep reflection as the waiter came to paragraph their talk again.
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