The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. Jonathan laughed scornfully. She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness. Jolly nose! he who sees thee across a broad glass Beholds thee in all thy perfection; And to the pale snout of a temperate ass Entertains the profoundest objection. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right.
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