See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand. “I wish you didn’t. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise.
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