Book1:TeDream-Maker

roundinghim，"Doyouknow?YouandIarediffereures.0urexistehisearthofoursmakesitdifferentfromandfarsuperiortothosethousandsofstarsoutthereinthesky．Ha,ha,ha”Exultantlyjubintandalittlehazy，hesaidtothem,"Rose!Rose!Youareattheheightofyourbeauty．Pleasedon’twitherawaywhileI’masleep!"Hiswordsturoamumbleaumbledtothegroundandfellfastasleep．Heseemedtohearachorusofbeautifulsopranovoidhisagingbody,likeahalf-hollowedtree,wasinvigoratedbyitandmadefulloflifefain．

    Them，Dimitriatdawnandsittingontheparkbenchdrinkingcoffee．Themfogturnedeverythingiaoawhitemass．ThereflesoftheswayingbraheweepingwillowsoilesswavesofLakeMerrittseemedtopersonifyadnguidwoman,half-yielding,half-resisting．Dimitriwasgroggyandsufferingfr