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"When I went out to meet my mother on her way up to bed, and when she saw that I had stayed up in order to say good night to her again in the passage, I should not be allowed to stay in the house a day longer, I should be packed off to school next morning; so much was certain. Very well: had I been obliged, the next moment, to hurl myself out of the window, I should still have preferred such a fate. For what I wanted

I felt the freedom of the author to write indulgently, for long hours uninterruptedly, dwelling on fine wefts of observations and sentiments, giving free rein to his imagination. I'm jealous3