He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. “It’s the centre of the intellectuals. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard.
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