This she would not endure. You shall swing for this after next sessions, or my name's not Jonathan Wild. One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. I wonder why on earth the curtains are drawn. He carried a small bag. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart.
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