“I want my life to be beaten gold just in order to make it a fitting setting for yours. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart. Jiggle-joggle, jiggle-joggle…! For each pause she was grateful. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. ” He spoke loudly. "Children," said the aunt, first to awake, "be young fools as long as God will permit you. And with a hideous expression of pain, he fainted.
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