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Title: Half-past bedtime
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Bashford, H. H. (Henry Howarth), Sir, 1880-1961
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Publisher: Boston, Houghton Mifflin
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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be unhappy in. Then he held her hand again, and as the sounds ofthe world came back to her there happened the oddestthing of all. For now there came other sounds, clearerand nearer, lighter than breath and closer than her heart.They said Marian to her, Marian, Marian ; andthe strange thing was that she seemed to remember them—just as if their names were on the tip of her tongue,like the names of old friends, stupidly forgotten. Thats what they are, he said. Theyre the voicesof the friends that we left behind us when we were born.Whenever we go back, and whenever we have a birthday,they come flocking down to greet us. He stood up and stretched himself, and Marian roseto her feet. So youve had a party, he said, after all. Could we, down the road to school,Run but with undeafened ears,Then what joy in this sweet springJust to hear the gardens sing, Scilla with her drooping bellsPlaying her enchanted peal,Primrose with his golden throatShouting his triumphant note. THE SORROWFUL PICTURE
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\ XII THE SORROWFUL PICTURE MARIAN never told anybody, not even Gwen-dolen, about that strange party of hers underthe elm-tree ; and the blind painter faithfullypromised that he would keep it a secret too. But afortnight later, when the doctor said that it was quitesafe, she introduced him to Gwendolen ; and Gwendolenwas rather excited, because he was the very man who hadpainted her favourite picture. This was a picture, only half finished, that her aunthad bought when Gwendolen was quite little and whenshe used to play games all by herself in the big house inBellington Square. One of these games was a queersort of game, in which she would shut herself up in aroom, and imagine herself climbing into the pictureson the wall and having adventures with the peopleinside them. If the picture had a tower in it, she wouldclimb up the tower and peep down over the other side ;or if there were ships in it she would go on board andtalk to the sailors down below. But her favouritepicture she calle

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