It was impossible. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. It was bleeding again. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. After he had eaten dinner with Ruth, he had gone to McClintock's; and he had heard music such as he had heard only in the great concert halls. Lucy sighed.
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