“And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. We’ll have some buttered toast.
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