You must forgive the poet’s license I take. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. "I am so excessively fond of snuff. “I have no wish,” he said, “to altogether ignore the fact that you are my wife’s sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me. I tell you—never mind the bill. Between Canton and Hartford two giants had risen, invisible but menacing— Fear and Doubt. . They are rather a long way off, but you could write to them.
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