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It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods. “Where to?” he asked, as the hansom drove up. This species of madness cannot properly be attributed to his illness, though its accent might be. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. . Some days, his eyes were green. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. I cannot turn into a bat. So your name must be Americanized? What country? It sounds Spanish. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. The condition of the rooms was indescribably filthy and disgusting; nor were the habits of the occupants much more cleanly. Ever smelled Eternity for Men? I think I smelled it on Josh once.
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