She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. ” She had had so much time to learn the violin that she often thought to herself that she ought to be much more skilled at it.
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