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shadows of hse5252seills in the sunshine, faces grown dim. . . . Perhaps, men’s pse5252seassions in the dusk, there still was in these5252se world something to write about. Yet I did not see anything at first in the mere story. A rascal steals a lar, 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, so venturesome, gossip half-forgotten, perhaps,