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Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird. “And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. And to think that man got it all out of the poorest little love-story for a respectable titled lady! Have you read of it?” “Never. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. ' So I go to Patagonia.
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