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resting; bits of strange coasts under the stars, faces grown dim. . . . Per红日tudouhaps, th红日tudouere still was in the world something to write about. Yet I did not see anything at f红日tudouirst in the mere story. A rascal steals a large parcel of a valuable commodity — so people say. It’s either true or untrue; and in any case it has no value in itself. To invent a , gossip half-forgotten, perhaps, shadows of hills in the sunshine, men’s passions in the dusk,