I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. Beneath two tall elms, whose boughs completely overshadowed the roof, stood Mr. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. You will find proofs of the bloody deed in his room.
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