chater ix the begng f uncle andrew’ truble (第13/16页)
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couldn’t buy today）out of the little left—hand drawer and put a few drops of scent on it．He took his eye-glass，with the thick black ribbon，and screwed it into his eye；then he looked at himself in the mirror.
Children have one kind of silliness，as you know，and grown-ups have another kind．At this moment Uncle Andrew was beginning to be silly in a very grown-up way．Now that the Witch was no longer in the same room with him he was quickly forgetting how she had frightened him and thinking more and more of her wonderful beauty．He kept on saying to himself，“A dem fine woman，sir，a dem fine woman．A superb creature．”He had also somehow managed to forget that it was the children who had got hold of this“superb creature”：he felt as if he himself by his Magic had called her out of unknown worlds．
“Andrew，my boy，”he said to himself as he looked in the glass，“you’re a devilish well preserved fellow for your age．A distinguished-looking man，sir．”
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