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Then she saw him. It is quite light yet, and I want to have one more look at that angry red sun. She shrugged her shoulders. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. She opened her eyes. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh exertion, he started up. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s.
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