“Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ” He groaned. He thought rationally; that is to say, he thought clearly, as a child thinks clearly. She resolved to go into the City to Ramage and ask for his advice.
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