Dead Paper

"My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering..."

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that afternoon, my brother and i saw the great Pendrick in all his glory; standing proud,  eyes glistening, his noble head to the stars— and we were never the same.

that afternoon, my brother and i

saw the great Pendrick

in all his glory; standing proud, 

eyes glistening,

his noble head to the stars—

and

we were never the same.