Newport Cigarettes Reviews-(19)
 

"Stars, sun,Buy Cheap Newport, moon," it seemed to say, "the daisy in the grass,Cheap Cigarette, fires,
frost on the window pane, my heart goes out to you. But,Cheap Newport," it always
seemed to add, "you break, you pass, you go." And simultaneously it
covered the intensity of both these states of mind with "I can't reach
you--I can't get at you," spoken wistfully, frustratedly. And the stars
faded, and the child went. That was the kind of spell that was the
glassy surface, that Miss Craye wanted to break by showing, when she had
played Bach beautifully as a reward to a favourite pupil (Fanny Wilmot
knew that she was Miss Craye's favourite pupil), that she, too, knew,
like other people, about pins. Slater's pins had no points.