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The end of the world seemed at hand. It was a letter. “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. ‘Even the nuns they say I am like a devil. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. “I shan’t eat him.
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