I was the black sheep, I was hurried out of the way. "Breathe at this phial," said Winifred. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas trailed in and out. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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