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The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. “Who can tell?” she said.
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