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Thelampkindlesafireinthedarkpane.Afireburnsintheheartoftheivy.Iseealit-upstreetintheevergreens.Iheartrafficinthebrushofthewinddownthelane,andbrokenvoices,andlaughter,andJinnywhocriesasthedooropens,"Come!Come!"
’Butnosoundbreaksthesilenceofourhouse,wherethefieldssighclosetothedoor.Thewindwashesthroughtheelmtrees;amothhitsthelamp;acowlows;acrackofsoundstartsintherafter,andIpushmyheadthroughtheneedleandmurmur,"Sleep".’
’Nowisthemoment,’saidJinny.’Nowwehavemet,andhavecometogether.Nowletustalk,letustellstories.Whoishe?Whoisshe?Iaminfinitelycuriousanddonotknowwhatistocome.Ifyou,whomImeetforthefirsttime,weretosaytome,"ThecoachstartsatfourfromPiccadilly,"Iwouldnotstaytoflingafewnecessariesinabandbox,butwouldcomeatonce.
’Letussithereunderthecutflowers,onthesofabythepicture.LetusdecorateourChristmastreewithfactsandagainwithfacts.Peoplearesosoongone;letuscatchthem.Thatmanthere,bythecabinet;helivesyousay,surroundedbychinapots.Breakoneandyoushatterathousandpounds.AndhelovedagirlinRomeandshelefthim.Hencethepots,oldjunkfoundinlodging-housesordugfromthedesertsands.Andsincebeautymustbebrokendailytoremainbeautiful,andheisstatic,hislifestagnatesinachinasea.Itisstrangethough;foronceasayoungman,hesatondampgroundanddrankrumwithsoldiers.
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