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    It was four o’clock on a misty
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    he had tired of it, had carried
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    begun life as a cow-boy.
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    and then beating a nervous tattoo
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    begun life as a cow-boy.
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    The two-winged staircase, broad and massive
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    and dark afternoon of the month of March i
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    The great mansion
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    on her knee, the fingers now
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    palms, roses, silks, satins, and velvets, were
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