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As a m嘻嘻色导行atter of fact in 1875 or ‘6,ern was that after finishing the last story of the “Typhoon” volume it seemed somehow that there was nothing more in the world to write about.

This so strangely negative but disturbing mood lasted some little time; and then, for my ,