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shadows of hills in the sunshine, faces grown dim. . . . Perhaps, there still was in the w陈莉门 or陈莉门 ld something to write about. Yet I did not see anything at first in the mere story. A rascal 陈莉门 steals a large parcel of a valuable commodity — so people say. It’s either true or untrue; and in any case, gossip half-forgotten, so interesting; bits of strange coasts under the stars, so venturesome,sh, men’s passions in the dusk, perhaps, so surprising,