Here we three are seated round the open window-after dinner-familiar as in the old happy time-and my mother is talking low, that she may not disturb my father, who seems in thought-
Cr-cr-crrr-cr-cr! I feel it-I have it. Where! What! Where! Knock it down; brush it off! For Heaven's sake, see to it! Crrrr-crrrrr-there-here-in my hair-in my sleeve
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