in tional fas kisses? ell so mucter; I srating tenderness of a poet at the cradle of a child.

    If nobody came? I i-climax; Id just take t off my feet for a  I must admit I felt a toucment as time passed and I antly to abandon all ation to dinner. tten all about me! Careless even of t off playing in t as tired into table privacy of t at least Id o umbler of good o see me o tark trudge home.

    tirred in tered indecips clencely flusexture of c  in tcransparent. I ciment suffused t nursery.

    I icipated, I suppose, some sort of gratified lust from t tisfaction of lust of t of lust of t, of vanity; but tenderness toender I became. O. ouchable sleep, judges me.

    Yet s a peaceful sleeper. Scs and sometimes santly and te loudly, coug for a long time and it struck me t tion, le girl tle tyrant,  unloved; t o sleep, so to play. Sale, flaxen e t s ed all toooyc of te house?

    of t, I  so far in forgiveness as to stroke  as plumage of snoive as t of tory of toucirred. Souctering, and rolled over uneasily. As ss che scrubbed linoleum.

    S iptoed doo collect ten doll  t in e pyjamas, tle friend. Per to pick  t and glittered at tragic, glass eye. A sequin? A brilliant? try, old c stars in your eyes for you.

    I looked more closely.

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    It ear.

    t a succinct bloed t I felt only a vague astonis as I pitco a black vanis.

    roubled absence of ligried to move, a dozen little daggers serrated me. It erribly cold and I rapped inside a