For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. To be complete, my vengeance must be tardy. “Excellent fellow!” he answered a little irrelevantly. She flew up the covered stairs and knocked upon his door.
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