She had never before heard the noise of firecrackers, and in the beginning the sputtering racket caused her to wince. She found no ready reply to that, and he went on: “This music is the food of love. ’ ‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. “Great Scott!” he exclaimed huskily. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash.
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