"Take whichsoever way thou wilt--the ways are all alike; But do thou only come--I bade my threshold wait thy coming. From out my window one can see the graves, and on my life The graves keep watch." _Luteplayer's Song._ I Dedicate THIS BOOK TO THE MEMORY OF FREDERICK ANDREWS LARKING OF THE ROCKS, EAST MALLING, KENT THAT, SO LONG AS ANYTHING OF MINE SHALL ENDURE, THERE MAY ENDURE ALSO A RECORD OF OUR FRIENDSHIP AND OF MY SORROW…
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