The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. We can’t. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains.
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