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It's mighty lonesome down there for a man bred to cities. His favorite newspaper was the Times, which he began at breakfast in the morning often with manifest irritation, and carried off to finish in the train, leaving no other paper at home. I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days. “You would believe that life is kindled by the passions alone. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago.
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