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One couldhardly read them, indeed, the print was so small, but it was a
marvel,none the less. Ones mind begins tossing up aquestion or two, idly,
vainly, about this same life. Here would come by a man sunk in despair,
muttering tohimself as if he knew some terrible sorrow. As he came nearer,
shefelt certain that she had met him at some time or other.
As he came nearer,
shefelt certain that she had met him at some time or other. Now, therefore,
shecould write, and write she did.
She had always carried hermanuscripts about
with her in the bosom of her dress. And she plunged her pen neck deep in the
ink.
There was the wedding ring on her finger to prove it.
Surely Orlando must
havedone one of these things?
They turn out any trash that serves to pay their
tailorsbills.
Once a giganticrubber ball bounced on the newspaper. Orsuppose
she had got up and killed a wasp.
It reminded him, he said as he turned overthe
pages, of Addisons Cato. Along the edge of the pavement stoodmen, holding out
trays of toys, and bawled. To her enormous surprise,there was no
explosion.
Fleets of the strangest littleboxes on wheels were drawn up by the
pavement. The words were a little long in coming, but comethey did.
Let us go,
then, exploring, this summer morning, when all are adoring theplum blossom and
the bee. It reminded him, he said as he turned overthe pages, of Addisons Cato.
The whole works ofShakespeare cost half a crown, and could be put in your
pocket. Surely Orlando must havedone one of these things?
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