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. I said I’d do anything. ‘I do not know him. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. It would make the young wife unhappy. Then he looked towards his granddaughter once more, who had flounced away to the window at her greataunt’s interruption. Voilà tout. “Looooo-ceeeeee!!” He yelled, sounding like Desi Arnaz. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own. You have never seen the child within your arms perishing from hunger, and no relief to be obtained.
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