[Illustration: "He was swearing steadily and I think still blaming me for most of his troubles."--_Page_ 83.] _Come, shape your plans where the fire is bright,_ _And the shimmering glasses are--_ _When the woods are white in the winter's night,_ _Under the northern star._…
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