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Chapter 2

           Almostonemightimaginethem,astheyenteredthedrawing-roomquestioningandwondering,toyingwiththeflapofhangingwall-paper,asking,wouldithangmuchlonger,whenwoulditfall?Thensmoothlybrushingthewalls,theypassedonmusinglyasifaskingtheredandyellowrosesonthewall-paperwhethertheywouldfade,andquestioning(gently,fortherewastimeattheirdisposal)thetornlettersinthewastepaperbasket,theflowers,thebooks,allofwhichwerenowopentothemandasking,Weretheyallies?Weretheyenemies?Howlongwouldtheyendure?

           Sosomerandomlightdirectingthemwithitspalefootfalluponstairandmat,fromsomeuncoveredstar,orwanderingship,ortheLighthouseeven,withitspalefootfalluponstairandmat,thelittleairsmountedthestaircaseandnosedroundbedroomdoors.Butheresurely,theymustcease.Whateverelsemayperishanddisappear,whatlieshereissteadfast.Hereonemightsaytothoseslidinglights,thosefumblingairsthatbreatheandbendoverthebeditself,hereyoucanneithertouchnordestroy.Uponwhich,wearily,ghostlily,asiftheyhadfeather-lightfingersandthelightpersistencyoffeathers,theywouldlook,once,ontheshuteyes,andthelooselyclaspingfingers,andfoldtheirgarmentswearilyanddisappear

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