” She led the way, talking all the time to Ennison. "I thought you'd have got rid of your ill-humour by this time. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. You want industry—you want steadiness.
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