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The river between Reading and Henley was much cleaner, after we had washed our clothes in it, than it was before.
~ Three Men in a Boat (to Say Nothing of the Dog)
Often of a night would I steal from between the sheets, and climbing upon the high oak chest that stood before my bedroom window, sit peering down fearfully upon the aged gray tombstones far below, wondering whether the shadows that crept among them might not be ghosts--soiled ghosts that had lost their natural whiteness by long exposure to the city's smoke, and had grown dingy, like the snow that sometimes lay there.
~ Novel Notes