For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own. "You play?" asked McClintock, who was sorting the rolls.
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