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We have seen great and sober-minded men come to this unholy city, and become degenerates. “It is not possible,” he exclaimed. “It’s jolly of you to come,” said Ramage. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. “You will have to eat soon,” he said cryptically. The picturesque scoundrel had the true gift; and Spurlock was filled with pity at the thought of such genius gone to pot. She was nestled under his bedspread. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. Perhaps she had found this new thing in life, the thing wonderful. Some day I'm going to paint her; but that will be when I've retired.
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