“It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. He heard the door close; and in a little while he fell into a doze; and there came a dream filled with broken pictures, each one of which the girl dominated. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. It keeps dangling in front of my eyes.
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