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chapter-036		chapter-036			.txt	text/plain	5670	290	78	in the garden were more plants to be looked after,favourite rose-bushes, certain choice flowers; little Sylvie's glad bark and whine followed the receding palett down the alleys. On the front-door steps he turned; once again he looked at the moon, at the grey cathedral, over the remoter spires and house-roofs fading into a blue sea of night-mist; he tasted the sweet breath of dusk, and noted the folded bloom of the garden; he suddenly looked round; a keen beam out of his eye rased the white faade of the classes, swept the long line of croises. Whether it was worse to stay with my co-inmates, or to sit alone, I had not considered; I naturally took up the latter alternative; if there was a hope of comfort for any moment, the heart or head of no human being in this house could yield it; only under the lid of my desk could it harbour, nestling between the leaves of some book, gilding a pencil-point, the nib of a pen, or tinging the black fluid in that ink-glass.	./cache/chapter-036.txt	./txt/chapter-036.txt