The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. A new thought checked her steps and she froze.
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