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           Tremblingwithardour,IpretendedthatIwasnotsurprised.Whatyoudid,Idid.IfSusanandJinnypulleduptheirstockingslikethat,Ipulledmineuplikethatalso.SoterriblewaslifethatIheldupshadeaftershade.Lookatlifethroughthis,lookatlifethroughthat;letthereberoseleaves,lettherebevineleaves--Icoveredthewholestreet,OxfordStreet,PiccadillyCircus,withtheblazeandrippleofmymind,withvineleavesandroseleaves.Therewereboxestoo,standinginthepassagewhentheschoolbrokeup.Istolesecretlytoreadthelabelsanddreamofnamesandfaces.Harrogate,perhaps,Edinburgh,perhaps,wasruffledwithgoldenglorywheresomegirlwhosenameIforgetstoodonthepavement.Butitwasthenameonly.IleftLouis;Ifearedembraces.Withfleeces,withvestments,Ihavetriedtocovertheblue-blackblade.Iimploreddaytobreakintonight.Ihavelongedtoseethecupboarddwindle,tofeelthebedsoften,tofloatsuspended,toperceivelengthenedtrees,lengthenedfaces,agreenbankonamoorandtwofiguresindistresssayinggood-bye.Iflungwordsinfanslikethosethesowerthrowsovertheploughedfieldswhentheearthisbare.Idesiredalwaystostretchthenightandfillitfullerandfullerwithdreams.

           ’TheninsomeHallIpartedtheboughsofmusicandsawthehousewehavemade;thesquarestoodupontheoblong."Thehousewhichcontainsall,"Isaid,lurchingagainstpeople’sshouldersinanomnibusafterPercivaldied;yetIwenttoGreenwich.