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Chapter 1

           Thevastflappingsheetflatteneditselfout,andeachshoveofthebrushrevealedfreshlegs,hoops,horses,glisteningredsandblues,beautifullysmooth,untilhalfthewallwascoveredwiththeadvertisementofacircus;ahundredhorsemen,twentyperformingseals,lions,tigers...Craningforwards,forshewasshort-sighted,shereaditout..."willvisitthistown,"sheread.Itwasterriblydangerousworkforaone-armedman,sheexclaimed,tostandontopofaladderlikethathisleftarmhadbeencutoffinareapingmachinetwoyearsago.

           "Letusallgo!"shecried,movingon,asifallthoseridersandhorseshadfilledherwithchildlikeexultationandmadeherforgetherpity.

           "Let’sgo,"hesaid,repeatingherwords,clickingthemout,however,withaself-consciousnessthatmadeherwince."Letusallgotothecircus."No.Hecouldnotsayitright.Hecouldnotfeelitright.Butwhynot?shewondered.Whatwaswrongwithhimthen?Shelikedhimwarmly,atthemoment.Hadtheynotbeentaken,sheasked,tocircuseswhentheywerechildren?Never,heanswered,asifsheaskedtheverythinghewanted;hadbeenlongingallthesedaystosay,howtheydidnotgotocircuses.Itwasalargefamily,ninebrothersandsisters,andhisfatherwasaworkingman."Myfatherisachemist,Mrs.Ramsay.Hekeepsashop."Hehimselfhadpaidhisownwaysincehewasthirteen.Oftenhewentwithoutagreatcoatinwinter.Hecouldnever"returnhospitality"(thosewerehisparchedstiffwords)atcollege.

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