All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. “If you cannot listen to me now it must remain undelivered. Your aunt liked the pheasant. "The blood that has been spilt is that of his wife.
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