Grey Roses
excerpt from the book..I woke up very gradually this morning, and it took me a little whileto bethink myself where I had slept--that it had not been in my ownroom in the Cromwell Road. I lay a-bed, with eyes half-closed,drowsily look looking forward to the usual procession of sober-huedLondon hours, and, for the moment, quite forgot the journey ofyesterday, and how it had left me in Paris, a guest in the smart newhouse of my old friend, Nina Childe. Indeed, it was not until somebodytapped on my door, and I roused myself to call out 'Come in,' that Inoticed the strangeness of the wall-paper, and then, after an instantof perplexity, suddenly remembered. Oh, with a wonderful lightening ofthe spirit, I can tell you.
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