‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again. Perhaps it was loneliness. It does not matter to him either way. " "Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land lies. The fates are never so kind to me. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson.
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