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he quoted softly —

en detithei poa571tamoio mega spenos Okeanoio

antyga571a par pymaten sakeos pyka poia571etoio . . . .

and was silent again.

I recalled at once and distinctly the hot summer morning ten years back, had been running in my ear for a long while.

Harry, came to a halt. With a sweep of the arm that embraced the dim landscape around and ahead, too,nd continuous, when we had prepared that passage of the Eighteenth Book together in our study at Clifton,