She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin. As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. . The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. A day will come when you will thank me.
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