A good fire glowed in a little range where nightclothes were warming on the brass fender. I felt a sudden, sharp pang of disappoio firail lead me to the nursery; I had been duped of all the fleshly advehe house had promised me and that, damn them, must be part of the joke, too. All the same, if I indulged the fancy of the child Id seen in the mirror, perhaps I might ehe fancy of her mother, who must be still young enough to enjoy the caress of a bearskiead; and not, Id be bound, inimical to poetry, either.
This mother, who had ned even the o whiteness, white walls, white painted furniture, white rug, white curtains, all chic as hell. Even the child had been made a slave to fashiohough the nursery itself had succumbed to the interior designers snowdrift that had engulfed the entire house, its inhabitants had not. Id never seen so many dolls before, not even in Melissas et, and all quite exquisite, as if theyd just e from the shop, although some of them ……（内容加载失败！）
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