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a record career for himself and who was going farther.
In the day-time he took them as a matter of course, but now he regarded
them rather solemnly. He went from one to another, handling them, testing
them, switching the lights of special electrical devices on and off [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], like a boy
with a new and serious plaything. There was no one to laugh at him, and he
did not laugh at himself. He stood in the midst of his possessions, a little
insolently, with his head up, as though he were calling them up one by one
to bear him witness. He was self-made. He had torn his life out of the teeth
of circumstance. There was not an instrument [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], not a chair or table in the
lofty, dignified room that he had not paid for with sweat and sacrifice and
deprivation. No one had given him help that he had not earned. Even in
himself he had been handicapped. The boy he had been had wanted things
terribly--silly, useless [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], gaudy things that would have ruined him as they had
ruined his father. He remembered how in the twilight of Acacia Grove he
had listened to the music of far-off processions, and had longed to run to
meet them and march with the jolly, syilai:
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