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'T is better, with wine, to extinguish the light, Than live always, in darkness, without it! "How long may it be since that boy was found in the way Mrs. " "There isn't an angel in heaven, Ruth, purer or sweeter than you are. 277 “I was beginning to think that I would never see you again, Lucy. "It must look sharp then, or I shall give it the slip," laughed Ben: "the gale never yet blowed as could perwent my crossing the Thames. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. “I am sorry,” she said, “if you find the likeness unsatisfactory. His friendship seemed a thing worth having. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled one of those vagabond heads which Murillo delighted to paint, and for which Guzman d'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have sat:—faces that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of vivacity and enjoyment. ‘You have a knack of saying just the wrong thing.
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