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“i Often Think,” Said She, “that There Is Nothing So Bad As Parting With One's Friends. One Seems So Forlorn Without Them.”

Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

The Worst Crimes; Are The Crimes Of The Heart

Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

How Wonderful, How Very Wonderful The Operations Of Time, And The Changes Of The Human Mind!