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We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. If you had lived twenty years ago you would have been called a Young Person, and it would have been your chief duty in life not to know, never to have heard of, and never to understand. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. She responded at once, rapping him on the knuckles with her fan. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. ‘Never mind that now. " As familiar as Quilt Arnold himself with every part of Wild's mysterious abode, as well as with the ways of its inmates, Jack, without a moment's hesitation, took up a lamp which was burning in the hall, and led his companion up the great stone stairs. It is no good arguing about a thing like that.
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