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despite lack of colour...the aggregate wetly stood ...in good spirits...there was a diamond light in the air...riding a cold wind...a damp shivering...calling a warm fire...and a good meal... |
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despite lack of colour...the aggregate wetly stood ...in good spirits...there was a diamond light in the air...riding a cold wind...a damp shivering...calling a warm fire...and a good meal... |
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