She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. “I think I ought to have one. " And he led the way to an inner room, in the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not to say heaviness. You’re not to go. . Her anger parlayed with her confusion, as she realized that the new marriage was about as optional as the first one and her hunger was growing inside her like a weed. He came to her and stood before her, waiting, the morning light dazzling his eyes. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed.
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