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« Take a fool's advice, and scoot”
I felt that the light of Romance was going out of my

life

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Castro, on his hands and knees, startled me by whisper

ing at my feet: “Stand aside, señor”.
Standing there, in the midst of the whispering, bare-

headed, kneeling, and villainous crowd, I had a
vivid vision of her pale, dim, pitiful face .

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Like a shadow thrown from afar

sheet

upon a snowy

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Allowed his head to drop on his breast, as if saddened

by the vanity of human ambition This was his passing. This—.

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