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My father did not favour him and treated him politely to the point of insult.
“Oh, what could I not have done, had I not wasted my time!”
Even now, when the shades of evening are beginning to close in upon my life, what is there that has remained for me fresher, more precious than the memory of that morning spring thunder-storm which sped so swiftly past?
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