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For such of us as pretend to be wise—and we are but fools in a lesser degree—we know that humanity moves onward only by the impellant of fine dreams. The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets. She leaves town to-morrow. “Don’t know me, eh? I like that. " Blueskin, meanwhile, having drained and replenished his glass, commenced chaunting a snatch of a ballad:— Once on a time, as I've heard tell. You must have repented a little, or you would not have done that. ” Then a burst of applause.
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