this decay!

    Dolls every of tea cs, dolls propped up on telpiece tered faces. ed daugared at me dumbly from glass eyes t migorm t trapped me  I heir blind eyes.

    And  any of tures in t fainted in time to encounter on a oo muc to continue to support it? truts of in crinoline, stove in like a broken umbrella. o a t s lost  o ra ill te wig now awry on a china scalp.

    And I almost tripped over a poor corpse on t of balding velvet, rands left of all t honey-coloured hair. . .

    Yet if any of t imaginary nursery ing t of my dream tion, t recognise to deattered about a room  to a geriatric cosiness. Nevert a certain sense of disquiet, not so muc I oo preoccupied , my co pay muctention to a prickling of the nerves.

    And in ting as a gloeaming kettle could make it, even if eldritced by a candle stuck in its oo telpiece. t some ooring my battered spirits and tled me out of t  as mucude as if s belonged to, set me do into my eyes and brain. to take off my  sea from ; cut me a slice of dark gingerbread t s in an old biscuit tin ure of kittens on tom could  sagging, treacly, indigestible goody! I felt better, already; outside, t rage but I ic crone.

    For suc almost to a  and pepper op of ortoises ell er for a long time and tly repelled me but tea  do you remember tcs come h a vengeance.

    Sea for op of t cus to sip from ter about t I  on t, eyeing -- nervously, I must admit -- t surface, taggles.

    t;I see youre admiring my beauties.quot; Mean