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Mademoiselle’s room, both in the country and in town, was a weird place to me—a kind of hothouse sheltering a thick-leaved plant imbued with a heavy, enuretic odor

basked in the sun with its angular fulvous wings spread

slide along the balustrade down to the second story

in the gathering dusk the place acted upon my young senses in a curiously teleological way, as if this accumulation of familiar things in the dark were doing its utmost to form the definite and permanent image that repeated exposure did finally leave in my mind

Regular baths were taken in the evening. For morning ablutions, the round, rubber English tubs were used.