"What poet was that?" "Stevenson. Mr. He stirred continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. Why should WE hoard? We aren’t going out presently, like Japanese lanterns in a gale.
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