A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. "I imagine I must have a hundred rolls—all the old fellows. As a net result she had come to think of all married people much as one thinks of insects that have lost their wings, and of her sisters as new hatched creatures who had scarcely for a moment had wings. The applause was uproarious at the end of the concert. I don't care how soon he learns that he has lost his adopted son.
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