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“Mr. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. " So saying, he slung it upon his wrist. But there was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. A stomacher, fastened by imitationdiamond buckles, girded that part of her person, which should have been a waist; a coral necklace encircled her throat, and a few black patches, or mouches, as they were termed, served as a foil to the bloom of her cheek and chin.
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