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A few days ago I saw him leave your house. She found no ready reply to that, and he went on: “This music is the food of love. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. You see, I have had to look after myself so long that I have developed a terrible bump of independence. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. ‘It is London’s loss, ma’am. I wanted the magic of love. It was astonishing how often this picture returned: cold rosy apples and flurries of snow.
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