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Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way.
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