In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having satisfied himself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. “I can’t imagine what has come over you,” said her aunt. He hated to destroy it; but that was the obligation imposed; and he was an honourable man. “Did they ever try it for themselves?” He wrestled his chin between her thighs as she tried to squeeze her legs shut upon his ears.
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