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He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. I would be too 222 busy protecting you. Woof! What a dog. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards. "Thames was always your favourite," observed Jack, as he fastened another piece of wood on the teeth of the iron stopper.
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