“And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. I was—I was a corespondent. “You’re splendid!” said Teddy, with his hair wild in the wind. "Of yourself," he replied, in a mournful tone. "I haven't any answer for that; but I'm going back after her. "It's a whale of a place.
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