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He
said
we
came
here
solely
on
my
account
,
that
I
was
to
have
perfect
rest
and
all
the
air
I
could
get
.
"
Your
exercise
depends
on
your
strength
,
my
dear
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
your
food
somewhat
on
your
appetite
;
but
air
you
can
absorb
all
the
time
.
"
So
we
took
the
nursery
at
the
top
of
the
house
.
It
is
a
big
,
airy
room
,
the
whole
floor
nearly
,
with
windows
that
look
all
ways
,
and
air
and
sunshine
galore
.
It
was
nursery
first
and
then
playroom
and
gymnasium
,
I
should
judge
;
for
the
windows
are
barred
for
little
children
,
and
there
are
rings
and
things
in
the
walls
.
The
paint
and
paper
look
as
if
a
boys
'
school
had
used
it
.
It
is
stripped
off
--
the
paper
--
in
great
patches
all
around
the
head
of
my
bed
,
about
as
far
as
I
can
reach
,
and
in
a
great
place
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
low
down
.
I
never
saw
a
worse
paper
in
my
life
.
One
of
those
sprawling
flamboyant
patterns
committing
every
artistic
sin
.
It
is
dull
enough
to
confuse
the
eye
in
following
,
pronounced
enough
to
constantly
irritate
and
provoke
study
,
and
when
you
follow
the
lame
uncertain
curves
for
a
little
distance
they
suddenly
commit
suicide
--
plunge
off
at
outrageous
angles
,
destroy
themselves
in
unheard
of
contradictions
.
The
color
is
repellent
,
almost
revolting
;
a
smouldering
unclean
yellow
,
strangely
faded
by
the
slow-turning
sunlight
.
It
is
a
dull
yet
lurid
orange
in
some
places
,
a
sickly
sulphur
tint
in
others
.
No
wonder
the
children
hated
it
!
I
should
hate
it
myself
if
I
had
to
live
in
this
room
long
.
There
comes
John
,
and
I
must
put
this
away
--
he
hates
to
have
me
write
a
word
.
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