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"What poet was that?" "Stevenson. Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought shelter. “Then assuredly!” said Manning. And then presently these clouds began to wear thin and expose steep, deep slopes, going down and down, with grass and pine-trees, down and down, and at last, through a great rent in the clouds, bare roofs, shining like very minute pin-heads, and a road like a fibre of white silk-Macugnana, in Italy. . He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. ‘Alors, you make a game with me, I see that. John finally wrested her away from the company of his parents, insisting that he wanted to take a walk in the park before it was completely dark.
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