the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds (also,with the church's protestant blessings daughters,unscented shapeless spirited) they believe in Christ and Longfellow,both dead, are invariably interested in so many things— at the present writing one still finds delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles? perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D ....the Cambridge ladies do not care,above Cambridge if sometimes in its box of sky lavender and cornerless,the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
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