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She told me the tale the other night, and I've only elaborated it. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice. It is foolish, she murmured to herself, foolish. ’ Before the major could verify this, the lady reappeared.
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