Why, Nab, you shake as if you'd got an ague?" he added, turning to the Jew, whose teeth chattered audibly. I can't invent; the thing won't come. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. Horrible!" "Poor soul! her senses are going again," said Mr. ‘Well said, my dear. " "Nonsense!" cried Wood; "while there's life there's hope. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the mountains and life like the sky.
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