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I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. Others pulled hats over their noses, cowered in their seats, and feigned that all was right with the world. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind.
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