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so venturesome, there still was in the world something to write about. Yet I 艳门 did no, faces grown dim. . . . Perhaps,thing to speak of; but as I looked them over, men’s passion艳门 s in the dusk, s艳门 hadows of hills in the sunshine, perhaps, the curious confirmation of the few casual words heard in my early youth evoked the memories of that distant time when everything was so fresh, so interesting; bits of strange coasts under the stars, so surprising, gossip half-forgotten,