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And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. Have you not tired of sadness and pain?” 81 She thought she could hear tears in his voice but would not look at him. “I ought to look up Gwen,” she said. Afraid, no doubt, he thought grimly, that her other visitor would leave.
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