And the age gets higher. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. The winters were bitter here, they could have just as easily been frozen off. Understand me! I forbid it. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart.
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