"Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. “It’s glorious good!” “Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond —do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our arms about each other. They used to marry us off at seventeen, rush us into things before we had time to protest. U. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. I do not wish to blow off a head, you understand.
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