They were exquisite. “Yes. . His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. Immediately the
"boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to
clear the way. “One is always playing the surgeon, one
kills always the thing one loves best. Like carpenter, like chips. "Look quick, d—n you, or we shall never master him!"
"Murder!" shrieked Mrs. ”
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She padded softly up the old stairs, exhausted and
elated. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold
vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. She watched
them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window
until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched
upon.
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