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THE BATTLE OF LIFE. |
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breeze arose that made the leaves and berries dance upon the wall, as they had often done upon the trees; and rustled in the room as if an invisible company of fairies, treading in the footsteps of the |
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good substantial revellers, were whirling after them. Now too, no feature of the Doctor's face could be distinguished as he spun and spun ; and now there seemed a dozen Birds of Paradise in fitful flight; and now there were a thousand little bells at work; and |
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