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John Buchan: Journey of Little Profit
The Devil he sang, the Devil he played High and fast and free. And this was ever the song he made, As it was told to me. Oh, I am the king of the air and the ground, And lord of the seasons' roll, And...
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I am no student of aetiology, but lying in my hot bath of a wintry morning and watching the steam precipitate on the window-panes I am struck by the fact that the resultant rivulets seldom if ever...
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