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Chapter 36
Word Count: 523
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Released on: 18/11/2017
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and I read her a sentence out of a letter I had just had from London: "The people here are mad for war, but France
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The Celtic Twilight
“Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.”