The ledger slipped to the floor, tearing the spongy leather and crumbling the sere leaves.

The gusty air brought a swirl of sere leaves across his path, and the dust rose chokingly.

Its tenderness, its pathos, its devotion, who does not remember, even when the sere leaves of autumn are rustling beneath his feet?

Then he arose from his bed of withered and sere leaves and as one distraught, wandered through the shadows of the misty, weird night.

She absolutely shrugged her shoulders and marched a-head of him into the conservatory, where she began smelling at flowers and plucking off sere leaves.