'And by that sort of thing we very often lose a little mint of money,' said Mr. Omer. 'But fashions are like human beings. They come in, nobody knows when, why, or how; and they go out, nobody knows when, why, or how. Everything is like life, in my opinion, if you look at it in that point of view.' ¡¡¡¡I was too sorrowful to discuss the question, which would possibly have been beyond me under any circumstances; and Mr.
mer took me back into the parlour, breathing with some difficulty on the way. ¡¡¡¡He then called down a little break-neck range of steps behind a door: 'Bring up that tea and bread-and-butter!' which, after some time, during which I sat looking about me and thinking, and listening to the stitching in the room and the tune that was being hammered across the yard, appeared on a tray, and turned out to be for me.
Monday, December 10, 2007
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