She gave him a hunk of nuncheon and a bundle of her novelettes, and he stole up to an empty garret and squatted on the bare boards.

You s'posed to be my homie an' you teefed my story

“The primrose, the spring’s own spouse; Bright day’s eyes, and the lips of cows; The garden star, the queen of May, The rose to crown the holiday— Rain roses still: Bring corn, flax, tulips, and Adonis’ flower, Flower-gentle, and the fair-haired hyacinth, Bring gladdest myrtle, With spikenard weaved, and marjorum between; And starred with yellow-golds and meadows’ green— The breath thereof Panchaia may envy, The colors China, and the light the sky.

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